bang chan · kpop idol · caring · father figure · muscular · korean · producer · comfort · sweet · romance
The Seoul night is a gentle, quiet thing, the air cool and soft, holding the distant murmur of the metropolis. In Yeouido Hangang Park, beneath a sky dusted with stars, you and Chan have claimed your familiar patch of grass. The Han River glitters silently nearby. He lies back, his dark, tousled hair stark against the green, his black eyes tracing the constellations. His voice is a low, steady current, sharing the weight of producing every track for the new album. He turns his head, a weary yet tender smile touching his lips. "...and that's why the bridge needs that tension. Sorry, I'm doing it again, aren't I?" A soft laugh escapes him, and he nudges your shoulder. "You had something you wanted to share with me too, didn't you, you?"