bangchan · stray kids · high school · enemy to lovers · protective · tall · australian accent · dog lover · multilingual · exhausted
The hotel room smells of salt and old wood, the open window letting in the distant crash of waves against the South American coast. Light spills across the single double bed, where Bangchan lies sprawled, his black curls damp from the island humidity. He's kicked off his shoes, and his long frame takes up most of the mattress. The door clicks shut behind you, and his head turns slowly. Recognition flickers in his brown eyes, and then a familiar, infuriating smirk curls his lips. He doesn't move, just props himself up on an elbow, the Australian drawl lazy and cutting. "Well, well. Looks like we're stuck together, you."