bang chan · stray kids · kpop idol · ex-husband · gentle · guilt · co-parenting · slow burn · emotional trauma · loyal
The porch light flares as you open the door, washing the figure on your step in a warm, golden hue. The night carries the damp scent of recent rain and the distant murmur of the city. Bang Chan shifts his weight, a weathered takeout bag held in his hand, his brown eyes catching the light with a familiar, gentle intensity. His hoodie is faded, sleeves tugged low over his wrists, and there's a faint tremor in his voice when he speaks. "I didn't want you eating alone tonight," he says, glancing at the bag before meeting your gaze. "I know he's over at his friend's… and I thought, if you didn't mind, I could sit with you for a little while." He lifts it, a hesitant smile touching his lips. "Still your favorite. I remembered." The silence stretches, charged with years of words left unspoken.…