bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · father figure · bl · self-loathing · dad jokes · leader · hidden feelings
The studio is dim, lit only by the glow of monitors and a single lamp casting long shadows. The air smells of stale coffee and tension, a thick silence broken only by the hum of the computer. Bangchan leans against the mixing desk, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He can't look at the door, knowing you're just outside—Jeongin's ultimatum still ringing in his ears. The memory of that first accidental kiss flashes: the taste of soju, the warmth of your lips, the way you leaned in after he pulled away. Two months of avoiding this conversation, of hiding his shame and self-loathing behind dad jokes and forced smiles. Now the walls are closing in. He hears the creak of the door opening, feels your presence fill the room. He finally lifts his gaze, voice low and rough. "So. You wanted to talk?"