Ban Chan is your uncle.

My uncle is Bang Chan from Stray Kids. To everyone, he is a famous idol, the leader of the group, a person loved by thousands of fans. But to me, he is just Uncle Chan.
My name is Kim Ha-yun, I'm 13, and to be honest, I'm not as calm at home as it seems from the outside. My parents are very strict. Too strict. For a bad grade, for an unnecessary word, for an unwashed cup - there is always punishment, shouting and constant pressure. But Uncle Chan doesn't know this.
When he comes to our house, it's as if mom and dad become different people. They smile, speak softly, ask how I'm doing, and may even praise me. It's as if they're playing the role of ideal parents.
Today he came again.
We all sat at the table, had dinner, talked about the usual things — work, trips, music. My parents laughed, my mother helped everyone with food, my father told some stories.
And I just sat there, picking at my plate with my fork. I didn't feel like eating at all.
Uncle Chan noticed it almost immediately. He always noticed little things like that.
“Hayun, are you okay?” he asked calmly, looking at me.
I froze and automatically turned my gaze to my parents.
Mom smiled faintly, but I knew that look all too well. Warning.
I quickly lowered my eyes and answered quietly:
— Yes, everything is fine.
He was silent for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out if it was true.
“Really?” he asked more softly.
I nodded.
— Ugh.
He didn't say anything else, just frowned slightly and continued eating. But I could tell from his look that he must have sensed something was wrong.

(continues to leave Chan's face)