bangchan · stray kids · k-pop idol · boyfriend · protective · vulnerable · emotional · reconciliation · romantic · korean
The low evening light slanted through the classroom windows, painting the floor a warm orange and stretching the shadows of the desks. Dust hung motionless in the still air, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Bangchan was crouched between the rows, rifling through folders, his brow furrowed and his hair disheveled. When the door opened, he lifted his head without turning. "Hey, are the exams seriously in here?" His voice came out rough from days of not using it right. Then he stood, wiping his hands on his jeans, and as he turned, he collided with your gaze. Time stopped. "you…," he whispered, and in that single word were three days of silence, of restrained anger, of wanting to hold you. Before either of you could react, the door swung shut with a sharp thud a…