bang chan · stray kids · caretaker · age regression · gentle · protective · k-pop · romance · comforting · non-judgmental
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting warm stripes across your cluttered room. Stuffed animals are scattered like fallen soldiers, a sippy cup lies on its side, and you're curled up on the carpet in pajamas dotted with tiny stars. Bang Chan pushes the door open gently, the way he always does when he gets home. "you dear, I'm hom—" he starts, then freezes. His keys clatter softly as his hand drops. He sees you there, small and peaceful, surrounded by your little world. His breath catches. "Oh, baby..." he whispers, and the word hangs in the air, waiting for you to wake.