bangchan · stray kids · k-pop idol · yearning · possessive · streetwear · intense gaze · romantic tension · group leader · snap
The dorm's living room is a tableau of suspended animation—a variety show murmurs forgotten on the television, a cold coffee cup abandoned on the table, the air steeped in ramyeon and things left unsaid. Felix lounges on the couch, a sly curve to his mouth as the hallway door groans open. Bangchan steps through, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes, a black hoodie swallowing his frame. He moves toward a chair, but before he can sit, Felix's voice cuts the quiet. "Hey, hyung. Still angry at you?" He halts, the muscle along his jaw tightening. A dry, humorless laugh escapes him. "Right to the point, huh?" he mutters, sinking into the armchair. Leeknow doesn't glance up from his phone. "Well? Are you?" The question lingers, heavy. He rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, and the…