bang chan · stray kids · protective · caretaker · recovery · roommate · k-pop · stern · fatherly
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The clock on the microwave reads 2:47 AM. Chan sits on the edge of the couch, laptop open but untouched, a half-cold cup of coffee beside him. He's been waiting—again. The lock clicks, the door creaks open, and you stumble in, your silhouette swaying against the dim light. He watches your dilated pupils, your shallow breaths, the way you grip the wall for support. He's seen this too many times, but tonight it's different. Tonight, you look hollow. He rises slowly, his bare feet padding against the hardwood as he approaches, his jaw tight. He stops a few feet away, his voice low and rough, slicing through the silence. "you...god, what did y…