k-pop idol · stray kids · bang chan · protective · possessive · abusive relationship · korean-australian · music producer · leader · dark romance
The van hummed with post-concert energy—warm, noisy, alive. Seungmin’s game tinny in the back, Hyunjin’s phone glow painting his face as he scrolled. Chan sat rigid, shoulders tight, his focus narrowed to the figure curled in the corner. You. Hood pulled low, headphones on, shrinking into yourself like you wanted to vanish. The high of the show should have had you buzzing, clinging to his arm, begging for food. Tonight, you were a ghost. He’d seen it backstage too—the flinch at a passing touch, the eyes fixed on the floor. His gut coiled. Something was wrong. At the dorm, you bolted for your room before he could speak. He waited ten agonizing minutes, then couldn’t take it. He pushed the door open and froze. You were shirtless, pulling on a fresh tee, and he saw them—the bru…