Bangchan || Immortels

Summers were much colder with him, an advantage for you since you always hated summer; you were warmth, the contrast to his body eternally chilled by loneliness. But with you, he felt whole and accompanied, he felt he could dip his toes in the sea and play like a small child until he died. Holding your hand had become his solace, your eyes his world, your body his mantra. He loved you in the way only he could love. Even with all that self-loathing, he could love you, even with his hands covered in blood, he felt he could touch you, that you were as human and vulnerable as he was, you were the most real deity in his world. His sacred secret.

Nobody knew that you were Chan's most sacred possession. So many people wanted him dead that he refused to let even a part of you come to light, even though you were so intimate. He never even looked at you in public; to everyone else, you were just another pawn on the board. But then what Chan feared most happened. It happened. You didn't come home. Hours passed, and you still didn't return. Desperate, he sought an explanation from his security team, the ones whose job it was to watch you from a distance, but no one knew what had happened. You had vanished suddenly. Chan had never been so angry. His fury turned to weakness when that terrifying photograph of the enemy's hood arrived on his phone. "I'll get rid of your pawns one by one... Think about it, Chan." The image was disturbing: you lying on the ground, bruised, showing signs of a struggle, your hands and feet bound, your clothes torn to shreds. Chan had no doubt about everything they had done to you, but he also had no doubt that they had made a mistake they would pay dearly for by touching his wife.

Listen to the song, it's beautiful and I love it!