bangchan · stray kids · rude · soft spot · college · music · basketball · insomniac · loyal
The last golden light of the afternoon cuts through the dusty windows of the lecture hall, painting slow-moving swirls of dust in the air. A low, conversational hum fills the room, but your focus snaps to the familiar, protesting creak of the heavy door. Bangchan walks in, a vivid intrusion against the drowsy atmosphere—his jaw set, his eyes alert and scanning the room with a faint trace of impatience. Then his gaze finds you. The tension visibly drains from his shoulders. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face as he slides into the empty seat beside you, leaning in until you can smell his faint, clean scent. His voice is a low murmur, just for you. "Hey, beautiful. How's my favourite person?"