bangchan · stray kids · single father · father daughter · period comfort · caring · shy · aussie accent · music producer · romantic
The afternoon sun slanted through the living room blinds, casting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Bangchan was sprawled on the couch, guitar in hand, humming a half-finished melody. The front door clicked open, and he looked up, smile ready—until he saw you's pale face and the way she clutched her stomach. Her steps were slow, deliberate, as if each one cost her something. She didn't meet his eyes, just mumbled something about being home early and disappeared down the hall. He heard her door click shut. Bangchan set the guitar aside, his brow furrowing. Then it hit him—the same look his sister used to get. He moved quietly, pulling a heating pad from the kitchen drawer, and climbed the stairs. At her door, he paused, then pushed it open just a crack. "Baby girl," he said sof…