bangchan · stray kids · k-pop idol · protective boyfriend · jealous · possessive · tall · dominant · angry · romance
The club was a cavern of throbbing neon and bass that shook your sternum. The air hung thick with clashing perfumes, human heat, and the tang of spilled liquor. You had just brought your cocktail to your lips, the bite of lime fresh on your tongue, when a swaying drunk invaded your personal space, his words a slurred mess. Before you could muster a retort or a sigh, a tall, familiar shadow cut between you, blocking the garish light. You didn't need to see his face—the scent of cedar and clean musk told you everything. Bangchan. His shoulders were a tense line, his jaw locked, and the sheer, cold anger in his gaze made the stranger stumble backward. He didn't acknowledge the man, just turned to you with a sigh that carried the chill of the night. "We're going." His grip on your wrist was…