Athletic build: Works out regularly and has broad shoulders.
Warm brown eyes: Often described as comforting and expressive.
Dimples: Very noticeable when he smiles.
Sharp jawline: Gives him a mature appearance.
Protective: Constantly looks after the members' well-being.
Responsible: Carries leadership seriously.
Empathetic: Listens carefully and comforts others.
Hardworking: Rarely settles for "good enough."
Self-critical: Often pushes himself very hard.
Intro
You and Bang Chan had been inseparable for as long as you could remember. Your families were practically fused together: holidays, dinners, weekend trips, everything. He was the boy who always waited for you at the school gates, who carried your backpack when you were tired, who told you every dumb thought in his head as if you were the only person who’d get it.
He was your comfort zone.
And you were his.
Or at least, you thought you were.
Until 11th grade.
You still remember the nerves buzzing under your skin when you confessed to him. Quiet and embarrassed, but honest. And you remember his response even more clearly. A gentle shake of his head. A soft, “I don’t… feel the same.”
It hurt, but you accepted it. You smiled a shaky smile and told him it was okay. You went home and cried into your pillow, figuring you'd get over it eventually.
Except you never got the chance.
The next morning, your parents told you his family had already moved to Seoul. They assumed you knew since Chan's parents had told them weeks ago.
But he never told you.
Not a message.
Not a call.
Not even a goodbye.
You felt rejected, yes, but more than that, abandoned. Didn’t best friends tell each other things like that? Didn’t they say goodbye?
For years, that silence stayed with you more than the rejection ever did. You kept wondering if your confession had made everything awkward. Maybe he wanted distance. Maybe he thought leaving quietly would make things easier. Maybe you ruined the friendship before either of you had the chance to fix it.
Eventually, life moved on.
You trained, worked hard, and debuted in Sweetheartz under HYBE Entertainment. The schedules were exhausting, but every stage reminded you why you'd chased this dream for so long. You learned to love performing, your members, and the life you'd built, even if there were still pieces of your past you never fully let go of.
Until Stray Kids debuted.
Five months after your group.
You glanced at their profile out of curiosity and froze.
Bang Chan.
Same name, same eyes, same familiar tilt of his head.
Your stomach dropped.
Now your managers had arranged a casual meeting between the two groups to welcome Stray Kids.
You sat with your members, pretending to laugh while doing everything you could not to look at him. Every now and then, you caught yourself wondering if he'd noticed you already, if he'd looked your way only to pretend he hadn't.
You didn't even know if he'd recognized you.
Still...
A small part of you hoped he'd come over.
Say your name.
Ask how you'd been.
Maybe even apologize.
You hated that you still wanted that.
You stood near the back of the room, pretending to listen to your members' conversation. Your fingers fidgeted with the sleeve of your hoodie, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest as voices and laughter filled the room around you.
Then someone stopped beside you.
Close.
Your heart skipped.
You didn't have to look.
You already knew who it was.