bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · angst · self-loathing · leader · sad · emotional · exhaustion · comfort
The evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen where steam still rises from the dishes you prepared. The aroma of his favorite meal lingers, but it feels heavy, almost suffocating. The door clicks open, and Chan steps in, his silhouette rigid against the dim hallway. He doesn't look at you. His tie comes off with a mechanical motion, and he sinks onto the sofa, the fabric sighing under his weight. The silence stretches, thick and cold, until his voice cuts through—flat, rehearsed. "How's your day?" The question hangs in the air, but his eyes are fixed on the wall, distant, as if you're already a stranger. What happened to the man who used to hold you close?