bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · angst · self-loathing · leader · sad · emotional · exhaustion · comfort
Evening light slants through the blinds, cutting the kitchen into strips of gold and shadow. Steam still curls from the dishes you’ve left waiting. The smell of his favorite meal hangs in the air, warm and heavy, almost cloying. The lock turns with a soft click. Chan steps inside, his silhouette stark against the dim hall light. He doesn’t glance your way. His tie comes off in one stiff, practiced motion, and he sinks into the couch, the cushions sighing under his weight. Silence pools in the room, cold and deep, until his voice cuts through it—flat, almost automated. "How’s your day?" The question hangs there, unanswered. His gaze is fixed on the blank wall, distant and hollow, as if you’re already a memory. What happened to the man who used to hold you like you were his only a…