bang chan · stray kids · bl · gay romance · protective · gentle · korean · car setting · trauma recovery · caring
Torrential rain hammers the car's roof, a relentless drumming syncopated by the rhythmic swipe of the wipers. Inside, the air is stagnant, charged with a silence more violent than the storm. Bang Chan’s knuckles are bone-white where they clutch the steering wheel, his profile a sharp line of tension against the watery darkness. He turns, finally, and the anger in his eyes is a live wire. "How much?" His voice doesn't rise; it fractures. "Tell me how much you spent." A beat hangs, saturated with disbelief. "Get out of the car."