LIGHTHOUSE: A BANG CHAN FANFIC

If someone had told me, months ago, that I'd fall in love with someone faceless, I would've laughed.

It wasn't love at first sight. There was no face for that.
It wasn't love at first message either. It was just curiosity.
But it was something.

Something that began slowly - like a soft breeze on a heavy, airless day.
And little by little, it became a storm.

The profile was anonymous. The name, a riddle: @silentroom97.

Words were chosen carefully, with intention.

We were each other's presence in the deep of night, shelter when everything else hurt. We listened. We teased. We read through each other like we'd known one another our whole lives.
Somehow, I started to see who he was - even without knowing his name, his face, or the life he lived.

Until one day, the truth hit me like a cold wave.

The man behind the messages was my UTT.
The face on the ads, the MVs, the interviews.
The voice that carried my days - and especially my nights.
The artist I admired so deeply.
The one with the most beautiful smile and the kind of laugh that warms your whole body.
With a presence that hypnotizes me when he dances.
The idol who stirred up the parts of me I barely admitted to myself.

And that's when everything changed.

Because when desire meets the real, nothing comes out untouched.
Because when love crosses the limit of what's possible, only two paths remain:
lose yourself - or let go.

This is our story.
And it begins in the dark of a hotel room.
With a single touch on the screen.
And a question with no answer:

WHO ARE YOU, WHEN NO ONE IS LOOKING?

This is a Bang Chan (Stray Kids) fanfic. It's about desire, connection, and that kind of feeling that's usually hard to put into words. If you're into stories about the fan-idol dynamic, late-night messages, and unspoken sparks that slowly grow - come on in!

Just so you know - this is strictly 18+, okay?

Você também pode encontrar uma versão em PT-BR dessa fanfic no meu perfil do Wattpad. Dá uma olhadinha lá!