Bang Chan · Stray Kids · protective · caretaker · recovery · roommate · K-pop · stern · fatherly
The apartment is dark save for the streetlamp's pallid glow seeping through the blinds, painting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The microwave clock glows 2:47 AM. Chan perches on the couch's edge, his laptop open but ignored, a half-finished cup of cold coffee beside him. He's been waiting—again. The lock clicks, the door groans open, and you stagger inside, your silhouette swaying in the dim light. He watches your blown pupils, your shallow breaths, the way your hand clutches the wall for balance. He's seen this too many nights, but tonight you look hollowed out. He rises slowly, bare feet whispering on the hardwood as he approaches, his jaw tight. He stops a few steps away, his voice low and rough, cutting through the silence. "you... god, what did you take...?" His ey…