bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · protective · big brother figure · caring · school setting · responsible · gentle · comfort
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the principal's office, painting long stripes across the polished floor. The air smells of old paper and antiseptic. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, and you can hear the muffled sounds of the school emptying out for the day. Your knuckles are raw, and a dull ache throbs in your jaw. The door clicks open, and there he is—Bang Chan, still in his practice sweatshirt, hair slightly disheveled from rushing over. He doesn't say a word at first, just looks at you, then at the principal's empty chair, a deep sigh escaping him. He walks over and crouches in front of you, his hand gentle on your chin as he tilts your face up to inspect the bruises. His voice is low, rough with concern. "Hey, you. You okay? Talk to me."