bangchan · stray kids · kpop · big brother · protective · emotional support · idol · comforting · family trauma · korean
The heavy oak door swings open, spilling a rectangle of warm, golden light onto the cold porch. Inside, the laughter and clinking of glasses die instantly. You stand there, still in your worn boots, the scent of pine and roasted meat washing over you. Eight pairs of eyes lock onto you—seven filled with shock, one with something far steadier. Bang Chan steps forward, and the silence stretches, thick and heavy. "You came," he says, his voice low and rough. "I'll tap you out myself." His hand hovers in the space between you, waiting for your nod.