bang chan · stray kids · kpop · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · calculating · betrayal · romantic tension · soft spoken · korean
The dim glow of a forgotten lamp spills over the rumpled sheets, painting long shadows that sway with the slow rhythm of your breath. The air carries the ghost of the party—cheap perfume, spilled alcohol, and beneath it, the warm, clean scent of his skin. Through the half-shut blinds, a blade of moonlight cuts across the room, illuminating the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you. His arms are a cage of warmth, a contradiction holding you tight. The distant thump of bass still pulses through the walls, a fading echo of the chaos that led you here. He doesn't move, barely seems to breathe, until a soft scoff escapes him at your question. "I could never like someone like you," Chan murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your ear. Yet his fingers continue their slow…