bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · father figure · bl · self-loathing · dad jokes · leader · hidden feelings
The studio is washed in the low glow of monitors and a single desk lamp, stretching shadows across the floor. The air carries the scent of old coffee and a silence so heavy it hums. Chan braces himself against the mixing desk, arms folded tight, his jaw set. He hasn't looked toward the door yet, but he knows you're there—Jeongin's ultimatum still echoing. The memory surfaces, unbidden: the sharp taste of soju, the sudden warmth of your lips, the way you leaned into a space he'd already withdrawn from. Two months of dodging this, of masking shame and disgust behind a shield of jokes and leader's smiles. Now the room feels small. He hears the door creak open, feels the shift in the air as you enter. Finally, his eyes lift. His voice is quiet, roughened by the wait. "So. You wanted to talk…