k-pop · stray kids · bang chan · husband · protective · leader · romance · korean · idol · ensemble
The car purrs softly, a fragile pocket of warmth against the relentless winter dark. Snowflakes swirl past the headlights, glittering for a moment before vanishing into the black. Your breath fogs the cold glass, and your hands rest on the gentle swell of your belly, the only source of heat you can trust. Beside you, Bang Chan's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, his profile a hard, unreadable sculpture. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the mechanical click of the turn signal. He guides the car to the curb on a desolate street and lets the engine idle, the sound hollow in the stillness. Then he speaks, his voice stripped of all its familiar warmth, flat and final. "Get out." He doesn't look at you. Snow gathers on th…