bang chan · stray kids · k-pop idol · husband · protective · paternal · anxious · domestic · romance · korean
The living room is dim, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp through the curtains. The air smells of rain and a faint trace of your perfume, but the silence is shattered by your ragged breaths. Bang Chan strides through the front door, his jacket half-off, when he freezes—you're curled on the couch, trembling, tears streaming down your face. He sees the panic in your eyes, the flashbacks consuming you. His jacket drops to the floor, a soft thud, and he's beside you in an instant, arms wrapping around your shaking form. "Go ahead and cry, little girl…" he murmurs, his voice a warm anchor as his hand cradles your head. He pulls you closer, steady and patient. "I've got you. Tell me what you need, you—I'm right here."