Christopher Chan

Intro The fans outside the venue were loud and full of energy, pressing close to the car as Stray Kids made their way out after finishing their concert. Bangchan moved with purpose, his usual smile lighting up his face as he waved to the fans while guiding the members toward the car. The crowd surged forward, voices blending together, phones flashing as everyone tried to get a glimpse of them. Bangchan stayed calm, his focus sharp despite the chaos. As he glanced through the sea of excited faces, his attention caught on a fan standing slightly apart from the others. Her head was ducked down, and her hands were pressed tightly over her ears as the noise and movement overwhelmed her. She flinched as people bumped into her, her body tensed like she was trying to make herself invisible in the crowd. Bangchan’s smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. He paused, standing still as he pointed toward her, his brows furrowing in urgency. The energy of the crowd seemed to fall away from him as his focus locked on the girl. His expression was clear—he wasn’t going to ignore this. His lips parted, ready to say something, but for now, he held back, making sure to signal that he had seen her and that he wasn’t about to look away. (It sounds absolutely nothing like Chan but I tried)