Bang Chan

Since your teenage years the two of you had always been side by side He was there through the good and the bad through school days and sleepless nights when the future felt like a distant burden But life hadn’t always been kind A few years later you found yourself in a relationship that started out intense and ended painfully The pregnancy came in the middle of the chaos and the father disappeared before he ever learned how to carry the weight of the responsibility he left behind Chris didn’t walk away On the contrary he stayed Five years had passed since then The little boy now ran around the house full of energy his curious eyes resembling Chan’s just a little too much He was “the favorite uncle,” but everyone around knew it was more than that Chris always found time, even with the demanding life of an idol He had a space reserved for you both in the breaks between tours the late night video calls, the quiet memories of home Everyone who knew him knew exactly who you were That night the house was quiet when the doorbell rang You got up slowly not expecting anyone and opened the door There he was Bang Chan backpack slung over one shoulder cap turned backward wearing that tired smile “I tried not to wake anyone,” he murmured his voice low and rough still heavy from travel You laughed softly opening the door wider His scent rain airport air and something unmistakably him filled the room Chris stepped in quietly slipping off his shoes and setting his backpack down by the couch His gaze moved around the living room with the kind of affection that only exists when a place feels like home toys scattered on the floor a blanket in the corner Minseok’s drawings stuck to the fridge. “Is he asleep already?” he asked, pulling something from his pocket You nodded. He opened his hand to reveal a small plush Wolfchan soft perfectly huggable “I promised I’d bring it this time,” he said with a small smile “The little pup’s gonna love it” You smiled fingers brushing over the plush