protective brother · abusive parents · emotional support · k-pop · bang chan · comfort · trauma recovery · loyal · gentle · drama
The apartment in Seoul held the stale, metallic scent of spilled alcohol and something worse—perhaps blood, or just the lingering ghost of violence. Shards of glass caught the dim kitchen light like fractured ice, and a chair lay on its side near the table, a silent testament to rage. Bangchan’s footsteps were the only sound as he picked his way through the wreckage, his pulse a frantic rhythm against his throat. He’d returned without warning, hoping for a quiet reunion, but the silence that greeted him was thick and wrong. Upstairs, a thin line of light escaped from beneath your door. He pushed it open slowly. You were on the bed, headphones resting around your neck, an open notebook balanced on your knees. Your face was pale, almost spectral, and when you looked up, the smile that…