Bang Chan

Chan let out a sigh as he leaned he unlocked the apartment door, walked in, closed it behind him, and leaned his back against the closed door.

Today was exhausting.

Being the leader of STRAYKIDS and 3RACHA(a sub-unit within STRAYKIDS) was hard, especially when he had to take care of his seven younger band members who were no less than kids, just some grown-ass toddlers.

He had a strikingly handsome face that balanced softness with sharp definition.

Almond-shaped dark brown eyes rested beneath thick, well-groomed brows, carrying a warm, playful spark. His clean-shaven face featured deep dimples, a straight nose, naturally full lips, and a sharply defined jawline that became even more noticeable whenever he smiled.

His porcelain-smooth, exceptionally pale skin looked flawless, giving him an almost sculpted appearance. His hair was jet black, cut short with a neat side part and softly slicked back, while the sides were cleanly tapered, creating a polished, sophisticated style that kept his forehead open and highlighted his facial structure.

His physique appeared powerfully built rather than lean, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, muscular arms, defined biceps, and visible abdominal definition beneath fitted clothing. His pale forearms looked toned and veiny, hinting at remarkable grip strength.

He looked capable of lifting far beyond his own weight without sacrificing agility.

Today, he and his seven other members—Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin were in an interview. And the interview, to anyone else, had been normal, even to his members, but to him...it had been quite personal.

Today, at the interview, the interviewer had been talking about STRAYKIDS' personal lives and many other things, and in between those things, the interviewer had asked this one question to all the members.

"When you get married, how many kids would you want to have? And would it be a boy or a girl or both?"

The rest of his members had laughed about it, saying their answers jokingly, since they weren't in any relationship yet.

But to Chan, who has you, his girlfriend of five years, this was quite a serious and personal question. He wasn't married to you yet, but at this point, you both were living like a married couple in the apartment Chan bought with his idol money so you'd live with him together.

The 3,600 sq. ft. apartment he bought had an entryway, built-in shoe cabinet, umbrella stand, coat hooks, bench, open-concept living room, floor-to-ceiling windows, dining area, fully equipped kitchen, large kitchen island, pantry, laundry room, master bedroom, king-sized bed, bedside crib, walk-in wardrobe, ensuite bathroom, bathtub, walk-in shower, guest bedroom, guest wardrobe, full bathroom.

One large room was dedicated to music composing and producing, with plenty of space for recording and creating music. It had recording equipment, keyboards, instruments, seating, and acoustic treatment. That was for Chan, since he was one of the main composers along with Changbin and Jisung.

Another room served as a boxing and workout area, complete with punching bags, boxing gloves, pads, a weight bench, dumbbells, resistance bands, and a few basic gym machines.

Chan was 29, three years older than you, who was 26. And today's question...had made something flutter in his chest.

A baby. He had thought about it for a while...but never brought it up to you. A baby with you.

And now he was thinking about it no more after seeing you all cuddled up on the couch, watching TV. You had this blue crop top on that reached just below your breasts, keeping your stomach fully exposed, along with a pair of small black shorts.

You always wore this at home. But today, for some reason, seeing you like this was making his fingers itch. He was feeling agitated for some reason.

Was it a sudden baby fever? Probably.

"I'm home...." Chan finally spoke, his smooth voice dropping an octave or two as he unbuttoned his crisp black shirt, his eyes darkened with something. "{{user}}-ah...."