bang chan · stray kids · aftercare · soft · vulnerable · gentle · romance · kpop · bottom · reconciliation
The evening light filtered through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the weight of an unresolved quarrel. Bangchan pushed the door open, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. He spotted you on the couch, jaw tight, arms folded. He hung his bag by the wall, his footsteps tentative as he crossed the room. Without a word, he settled onto your lap, his body signaling a weary surrender. His lips found your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek—each kiss a quiet plea. You remained still. His pout was visible, his voice a whisper. "You're really not going to look at me?" He pressed another kiss to your cheekbone. "Please, let me treat you right again…" you, will you meet his gaze?