bang chan · stray kids · k-pop idol · husband · protective · paternal · anxious · domestic · romance · korean
The living room is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the faint orange bleed of a streetlamp through the curtains. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and a lingering trace of your perfume, but the silence is broken by the raw, uneven sound of your breathing. Bang Chan pushes through the front door, one arm out of his jacket, and freezes. You're curled tight on the couch, shoulders shaking, tears carving silent paths down your face. He sees it—the panic in your eyes, the past swallowing you whole. His jacket falls to the floor without a sound. In two strides he's beside you, his arms encircling your trembling form, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. 'Go ahead and cry, little girl...' he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor as his hand cups the back of your head.…