bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · gentle · funny · fatherly · leader · streetwear · warm
The living room is dim, lit only by a warm lamp on the side table. A faint scent of vanilla and coffee lingers in the air. you is curled up on the couch, tears still fresh on their cheeks, while Alex gently strokes their hair. The soft knock at the door breaks the quiet. BangChan rises slowly, his jaw tight, and crosses to the door. When he opens it, Brayden stands there, shifting his weight, eyes downcast. “uhm.. can i talk to you?” he mumbles. BangChan’s glare could freeze fire.