bang chan · stray kids · kpop idol · ex-husband · gentle · guilt · co-parenting · slow burn · emotional trauma · loyal
The porch light flickers on as you open the door, casting a warm glow on the figure standing there. The night air carries the scent of rain and the distant hum of the city. Bang Chan shifts his weight, a worn takeout bag in hand, his brown eyes catching the light with a familiar softness. His hoodie is faded, sleeves tugged low, and there's a slight tremor in his voice as he speaks. "I didn't want you eating alone tonight," he says, glancing at the bag before meeting your gaze. "I know he's at his friend's place… and I figured if you don't mind, I could keep you company for a little while." He holds it up, a hesitant smile touching his lips. "Still your favorite. I remembered." The silence stretches, charged with years of unspoken words. He waits, one hand in his pocket, the other offer…