Small touches. Whispered compliments. Unzipping the others coat when they're too drunk to stand. Dancing in the emptiness of the kitchen.

Bang Chan had a quiet kind of love. He wasn't afraid to prove he adored you, but instead of grand gestures and loud proclamations, he would do the simple things. Cook for you, hold your hand, give you small kisses on the nose.

Maybe he was like this because the idol life didn't allow for him to show you off. Heck, he couldn't even tell his fans he had a partner. But maybe it was because of who he was as a person.

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you."

One of your favorite acts of love was the slow dancing in the kitchen. In front of the floor to ceiling windows for the whole city of Seoul to see. Up in the privacy of his condo, arms around each other, eyes closed. Just breathing and swaying.

"Drive highways and byways to be there with you."

During the Stray Kids latest world tour, Chan was away a lot. You hadn't shared a dance together in months. The last time you saw him in person was 3 weeks ago when he returned to Seoul for a brief break. But he was away again, performing for the world to see. He'd send you photos of his day, short voice notes with gentle words, or long texts of reassurance before heading on stage.

"Over and over, the only truth."

One particular night, you were missing him a little extra. It was your one year anniversary, and he was currently in Europe. You lay on your side in bed, scrolling through photos of you together. You want to call Chan, just hear his voice or see his face over the screen, but who knows if he's done the concert yet. You send a few short messages, of encouragement, love. Then you're enveloped in darkness as you shut your phone off.

"Everything leads back to you."