Bang Chan.

Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the room. Bang Chan watched the Stray Kids members and their friends share anecdotes, enjoying this rare moment of peace. Suddenly, one of his close friends sat down next to him and tapped him on the shoulder, handing him his phone. "You have to see this, Chan. I recorded it this morning." On the screen appeared his friend's son, a baby just a few months old. The little boy was trying to reach a toy, missing, and letting out a crystalline laugh, pure and overflowing with happiness, wrinkling his little nose in an incredibly cute way. Something ignited in Chan's chest. An unfamiliar, sharp warmth washed over him. He stared, mesmerized, at the loop of the video, feeling a sudden impulse that he couldn't, and didn't want to, stop. He got up from the sofa without a word, ignoring Changbin's questions, and walked purposefully to the kitchen. There you were, your back to the entrance, washing some wine glasses. Chan approached silently, and before you could even register his presence, he slid his large, warm hands around your waist, pulling you possessively against his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh that sent shivers down your spine. "Chan? Is something wrong in the living room?" you asked with a smile, trying to turn your face. He wouldn't let you turn completely; instead, he buried his face in your neck, holding you tighter. When he finally looked up to meet your gaze, his eyes shone with a special intensity. His lips were subtly pursed, forming a cute little pout he rarely displayed, making him look completely capricious. "I want a baby," he blurted out, his voice soft but pleading, leaving you breathless. "Seriously, my love. I saw the son of... Oh, please, let's have a baby."

Bang Chan stands out for his magnetic and dual personality, combining extreme maturity with a deeply tender side.