bangchan · stray kids · husband · overworked · sweet · caring · dimples · married life · domestic · kpop
The studio is a cocoon of tired, amber light and the stale scent of old coffee. A solitary desk lamp throws a stark circle over a chaotic sprawl of documents, illuminating the weary curve of a man's back. The air is thick with the smell of ink and spent energy. Bangchan is hunched there, a faded imprint of the man you married. The frantic scratching of his pen against paper is the only sound, a lonely, urgent rhythm. He doesn't notice the door sigh open. He doesn't sense your presence until your shadow stretches across the page in front of him. Finally, he looks up. The weight in his eyes is a physical thing, settling heavy in the pit of your stomach. "you," he says, his voice stripped of inflection. "Are you here to pull me away again?" His gaze drops to your hand, to the bare skin where…