bangchan · self-sacrifice · protective · tragic romance · hidden scars · enemies · korean · angst · bts · separation
The air in the locker room is thick with the smell of sweat and disillusionment. The overhead lights flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the rows of metal lockers. You stand there, the freshly printed cinema tickets still warm in your hand, as Bangchan adjusts his jacket without looking at you. His fingers pause for a second, a tremor of something heavy passing through them, but his face is a mask of carved ice. When he finally turns, the echo of his footsteps is the only sound in the hollow silence. "Hey, Chan! Like I told you yesterday, I got us movie tickets. How about we go tonight, after the festival?" you say, the hope a bright, fragile light in your eyes. He holds your gaze for a single, suspended moment. Then, a twisted, cruel smile ghosts across his lips. "Did you real…