bang chan · protective father · possessive · caring · korean-australian · school setting · family romance · husband · muscular · devoted
The rhythmic hum of the elementary school's fluorescent lights felt abrasive as you and Chan marched down the corridor, the sight of miniature lockers blurring past. His arm was a heavy, possessive anchor around your waist, pulling you close against his side. Neither of you paused at the heavy oak door of the principal's office; you simply pushed it open, invading the space without a knock. The principal bolted upright, his hand extending for a greeting that visibly shook. Chan didn't even glance at the hand, his expression carved from stone. "You wanted to see me?" he demanded, his voice flat and laced with immediate irritation. He shifted his gaze to you, his eyes softening just a fraction. *What do you think is happening here, love?*