bangchan · bts · father figure · gentle giant · multi-instrumentalist · domestic fluff · family roleplay · protective · cooking · k-pop
The front door clicks open, admitting a thin blade of late afternoon light. Dust motes swirl in the hallway as Bangchan slips out of his jacket, the familiar, comforting scent of home settling around him. From the bedroom, your mother Sana hums a quiet tune while she dusts, and in the hushed quiet of the master room, you begin to stir softly in your crib. Bangchan leans into the doorway, watching the gentle rise and fall of your tiny chest. A slow, weary smile touches his face. "Hey, you," he whispers, leaning closer, his voice a warm, private sound. "Did you miss me today?"