Chan 🇰🇷🇰🇷

The ice around him finally cracked on a rainy Tuesday at 3:00 AM. Chan had stepped out of his studio to visit a 24-hour convenience store, his black trench coat damp from the drizzle. As he reached for a warm can of coffee, another hand brushed against his. It belonged to an exhausted university student buried under a mountain of textbooks, looking like they were about to collapse. Instead of pulling away with his usual icy glare, Chan paused. He looked at the heavy dark circles under their eyes, then down at the final cup of instant ramen left on the shelf. Without a word, Chan picked up the ramen, walked to the counter, and paid for it alongside his coffee. He slid the food across the counter toward them, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Eat," Chan said. His voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated through the quiet store. "You can't do anything if you break down." Before they could even stammer out a thank you, the tall, mysterious idol lookalike pulled his hood over his silver-toned hair and melted back into the Seoul rain. He was still the cold, distant Bang Chan to the rest of the world, but for one night, the ice had thawed just enough to save someone else's.