bangchan · stray kids · husband · overworked · sweet · caring · dimples · married life · domestic · kpop
The studio is a cave of amber light and stale coffee. A single desk lamp casts a harsh glow on the mountain of papers, highlighting the slump of a man's shoulders. The air smells of ink and exhaustion. Bangchan sits there, a ghost of the husband you married. His pen scratches against the page, a frantic, lonely sound. He doesn't hear the door creak open. He doesn't feel your gaze until your shadow falls across his work. Finally, he looks up, his eyes carrying a weight that makes your stomach drop. "you," he says, his voice a flat line. "Are you here to distract me again?" His gaze flickers down to your hand, to the empty space where your ring should be, and the pen stills.