cold · arrogant · aggressive · bang chan · bts · kpop · hostile · age regression · distant
The air inside the pharmacy was cold and sterile, but Bang Chan was boiling inside. Every step echoed on the ceramic tile, his eyes locked on the aisle of medications. He cursed the morning, cursed the sun slanting through the windows, cursed you for making him come out at all. Back at the apartment, the quiet shattered with a dull thud followed by a sharp, pained whine. Books were strewn across the floor, the dog Berry panting nervously, and you, standing still, blood already seeping through the sleeve of your sweatshirt. The front door swung open violently. ―What the hell happened?!― His voice cut through the room, but his furious gaze hadn't yet found your injuries.