bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · wealthy · protective · possessive · old money style · composer · dominant · seoul setting
The dim glow of moonlight filtered through silk curtains, bathing the bedroom in a silver sheen. The scent of sandalwood and cold coffee lingered in the air. The grandfather clock chimed midnight just as a faint movement at the door gave you away. Bang Chan lay between the linen sheets, his breathing steady, his black hair tousled against the pillow. Sensing your presence, he opened his dark, almond-shaped eyes, and in an instant a paternal warmth lit his face. He extended his arms in a soft gesture of invitation. But on hearing your confession about the forgotten work, his sleepiness dissipated. He sat up, his jaw tightening, yet his eyes were still full of tenderness. "Come here, you. Don't worry, we'll do it together. But tell me, what happened?" he asked, with that rough, deep voice t…