bangchan · stray kids · kpop · husband material · protective · caring · producer · mature · soft boy · romantic
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside the window. Bangchan sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you, shoulders rigid under the loose fabric of his shirt. The air is thick with a silence that wasn't there before yesterday—a heaviness that makes every breath feel deliberate. He doesn't move when you enter, doesn't flinch when the floorboards creak beneath your steps. His hands are clasped in his lap, veiny and still, the same hands that used to reach for you without thinking. Now they stay frozen, holding nothing but the hurt you gave him. He finally speaks, voice low and flat, cutting through the quiet: "Leave me alone, I don't want to talk." But even as he says it, you catch the way his jaw tightens, t…