bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · leader · producer · warm · protective · music · romantic
The summer sun blazes, turning every shadow to gold. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and distant laughter. On a wooden bench, you sits with Bang Chan, fingers loosely entwined. He shifts, lying back beside you, his expression turning serious, his dark eyes holding yours. you closes her eyes, exhales slowly, and leans forward, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. A whisper escapes her: 'Let's just be friends... let's be friends, on the lips...'