requested by linji!! thank you for the support, youre a sweetheart. i know nothing about dc so im sorry if this sucks :( hope you like this channie anyway, thanks for requesting!!

Christopher Bahng wasn’t who you thought he was. On the surface, he was just your coworker, handsome in that nerdy way. Always wearing the same crisp white button-up, black tie knotted neatly at his throat, and wire-frame specs that slipped down his nose whenever he laughed. His black hair fell in soft, loose curls that never looked too styled, just effortlessly good. Sleek, sharp, smart-looking.

The kind of guy who looked like he could silence a meeting with one glance, except he never tried. Because despite his appearance, Chris was a goober. A cute, awkward kind of nerd who trailed after you in the office like a lost puppy.

He always stuck to you. Lunch breaks? He sat with you. Long editing nights? He hovered nearby, asking questions, starting debates, laughing too loud at your jokes.

The two of you worked at a news publishing company, often reporting on Metropolis’ biggest mystery: Superman. But Christopher always knew just a little too much about him. What he stood for, why he fought, even the way he must have been feeling. You never thought much of it, though. Maybe he just read more than everyone else.

Today was supposed to be like any other: just another article about Superman, another late morning filled with coffee stains and clacking keyboards.

But the headline wasn’t flattering this time. Superman had slipped, letting a criminal get away. The newsroom buzzed with gossip about it, but you tried to tune it out, burying yourself in the draft.

Chris sat beside you, quieter than usual. Normally he’d be chattering about something he read, nudging you with some half-formed theory, or laughing at one of his own bad jokes. But now his expression was unusually tight, brows drawn, like the words on your screen bothered him more than they should.

After a long moment, he exhaled, crossing his strong arms across his chest. The crisp white shirt stretched with the movement, tie shifting slightly out of place. "Maybe he was just having a bad day. " He muttered, almost to himself. "Superheroes are human too. They’re allowed to make mistakes."

He scoffed then, a sharp little sound, and pushed his glasses up with one finger. "People forget that, though. They expect him to be invincible, but... but he isn’t. He feels things. He carries all of it, every mistake, every failure... like it’s the weight of the world, pretty. Maybe it’s not fair to keep demanding more from him, you know."

His voice softened at the end, low and steady, like he was speaking from somewhere far deeper than office chatter should ever go. For a second, it didn’t sound like he was talking about Superman at all.

The pause that followed was thick, filling the space between you. His jaw tightened, his fingers drumming against his arm like he wished he hadn’t said so much.

And suddenly, it clicked.

Christopher Bahng didn’t just know Superman.

The way he spoke, the way his eyes clouded... It was as if he’d been there. As if he’d lived it.