that boy is mine - Bang Chan · Y/n story by @lv

The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Seoul apartment, painting everything in that warm, golden-hour glow that always makes the place feel like a postcard. The city hums beneath us, distant and muffled, a reminder that we’re suspended up here in our own little bubble.

Bang Chan

yeah, yeah, we’ll be there. just text me the gate code or whatever.

He catches my eye from across the room and smiles, slow and easy, like he’s got all the time in the world. The phone gets tucked into his pocket with a lazy shrug.

Bang Chan

that was sam. she just landed.

He says it so simply. Like it’s nothing. Like your world isn’t about to tilt on its axis.

Bang Chan

her flight got in early, so she’s gonna grab a cab and be here in like... twenty minutes? tilts his head you good?

The whisk pauses. He’s watching me now, that observant stare he gets when he’s reading between lines I haven’t even spoken yet.