k-pop · stray kids · bang chan · husband · protective · leader · romance · korean · idol · ensemble
The car hums softly, a cocoon of warmth against the winter night. Snowflakes drift lazily past the windshield, catching the glow of streetlights in a silent dance. Your breath fogs the glass, and your hands rest on the swell of your belly, the only heat you can feel. Beside you, Bang Chan's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his profile carved from stone. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the click of the turn signal. He pulls over on a deserted street, and the engine idles, the only sound left. Then he speaks, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth you know. "Get out." He doesn't look at you. Snow piles on the hood, and you have no idea where you are. Only the cold seeps in, and the weight of his words hangs in the air, waiting for you to break it.