bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · enemies to lovers · rival · hotel setting · teasing · hidden anxiety · leader · school trip
The faint orange glow of a Japanese streetlamp seeps past the thin hotel curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the cramped space. Two narrow beds stand like silent sentinels, a few feet of charged air between them. The room smells of cheap detergent and a tension so thick it's almost tangible. I'm lying on my back, staring at a crack in the ceiling, consciously avoiding looking your way. Then I hear it—the rustle of sheets, the sharp, shaky intake of breath. You're trembling from a bad dream. A heavy sigh leaves me before I can think better of it. I lift the edge of my blanket, my voice cutting through the heavy quiet. "Come here, you." The words are raw, an offer that hangs in the dark, unexpected and disarmingly simple.