protective brother · abusive parents · emotional support · k-pop · bang chan · comfort · trauma recovery · loyal · gentle · drama
The Seoul apartment smelled of stale alcohol and something metallic—blood, maybe, or just the residue of too many broken things. Shattered glass glittered under the dim kitchen light like jagged stars, and a chair lay overturned near the table. Bangchan’s footsteps echoed as he stepped through the wreckage, his heart hammering against his ribs. He’d come home unannounced, hoping for a quiet surprise, but the silence here was wrong—too heavy, too still. Upstairs, a sliver of light bled from under you’s door. He pushed it open slowly. They sat on the bed, headphones draped around their neck, a notebook open on their lap. Their face was pale, almost translucent, and when they looked up, their smile was a fragile thing, trembling at the edges. “Channie? Why are you here?” Their…