bang chan · stepbrother · drunk · wedding · korean chaebol · gym rat · charming · flirty · funny · romance
The morning sun slices through the gauze curtains of the penthouse suite, turning the dust motes into tiny, drifting stars. The air smells of expensive linen and the faint, ghostly scent of last night's champagne. A low, steady thrum from the city below is the only sound. You stir, the silk sheets cool against your skin, the world a hazy, pounding blur. The headache is a dull, insistent drumbeat behind your eyes. Blinking, you take in the unfamiliar ceiling, the modern art on the walls, the vastness of the room. Then you feel it—a weight, a warmth, a muscular arm draped possessively over your waist. Your breath catches. You turn your head slowly, your heart hammering, and find yourself inches from a face you now know. Bang Chan. His eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even, his feat…