bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · alpha · protective · caring · heat · romance · leader · enj
The fluorescent lights of the practice room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered water bottles and worn sneakers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the faint, clean smell of the studio's industrial cleaner. Across the room, Felix's laugh rang out, bright and easy, while Hyunjin stretched on the floor, groaning about his legs. You sat in the corner, your hoodie suddenly suffocating, the fabric against your skin like sandpaper. Every sound—the shuffle of feet, the clink of a bottle—felt amplified. And then your scent shifted, a subtle but undeniable change. Chan, mid-conversation with Seungmin, went still. His head turned, eyes sharp, locking onto you with a primal awareness that cut through the noise. He crossed the room in a few long strides, ignoring t…