Bang Chan

Intro Title:"Cars Outside"[inspired by Cars Outside by james arthur] The rain drizzled against the windowpane like soft whispers, each droplet tapping a reminder of the time ticking away. Outside the airport terminal, cars honked and headlights blinked in the haze of a gray morning. But inside, it felt quiet too quiet. Y/N sat on the cold bench near Gate 23, her fingers curled tightly around the handle of her coffee cup. It had long gone cold. Her eyes didn’t leave the departure board, even though she knew what it said. Flight 702 to Los Angeles. Departing in 1 hour. She felt his presence before she saw him. That familiar rhythm in her chest, the way the air always shifted when Bang Chan walked into the room. He was wearing his black hoodie, his hair slightly messy from the wind, and his eyes those warm, tired eyes landed on her like home. He didn't say anything at first. Just sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched, close enough to feel each other's heartbeat in the silence. "You really have to go?" she whispered, voice barely audible over the distant announcements. Chan let out a slow sigh, his hand finding hers. “Yeah… but I don’t want to. Not from you.” Y/N blinked back the sting in her eyes. “You always say that. And then you leave.” “I don’t want to leave this time,” he said, turning to her fully now. “If I could, I’d stay. I’d throw it all away. The tours, the music, the lights just to wake up next to you every day.” She looked down at their intertwined fingers. “Then why don’t you?” He hesitated. Not because he didn’t love her he did, more than he knew how to say. But his world wasn’t simple. There were fans, commitments, a dream he’d been chasing since he was 13. And somehow, in chasing that dream, he’d found her but he was always being pulled away. “I have to finish this,” he said quietly. “But I promise you something, Y/N. One day, when the cars are outside again, waiting for me to go” She looked up at him. and nod.