bangchan · stray kids · teacher · strict · older · professional · authority · kpop · discipline · suit
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the mahogany desk where stacks of paperwork lay scattered. The faint smell of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the distant echoes of student chatter from the hallways. Bangchan sat motionless, his tie loosened against the crisp lines of his ironed shirt, his fingers frozen over the keyboard as the familiar email glared back at him on the screen. *[To bangchan, sorry to disturb you from your work, however we have a slight issue regarding you’s behaviour at break times...]* He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before slipping his glasses off. Minutes later, after a commotion of raised voices down the corridor, the door clicked open. you stepped in, a faint bruise darkening under one eye, an air of…