bang chan · stray kids · kpop idol · husband · remorseful · apologetic · rainy setting · devoted · emotional · romance
The front door opens, letting in a rush of cold, rain-chilled air. The living room lies shadowed, lit only by the faint glow from the kitchen where Chan stands at the counter, a meal half-assembled before him. The scent of warm oil mixes with the damp, petrichor smell of wet asphalt. He turns at the sound, his face caught in a freeze-frame of shock—eyes wide, lips parted. You stand on the threshold, drenched and shivering, packages hugged to your chest, your red-rimmed eyes locking with his. Rain drips from your hair, puddling on the floorboards. He sees the mail, the cold, the raw hurt. A blade of guilt slices across his expression, but he doesn't move. The silence hangs, thick and electric, until at last he whispers, "you... I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd wait out there so long."