kpop · ateez · group roleplay · protective · familial bond · physical affection · sasaeng incident · obsessive fan · romance · idol life
The dorm hallway is a narrow gully of shadows, lit only by the sickly green glow of an emergency exit sign. Beyond the drawn curtains, the distant thrum of traffic mixes with the occasional sharp thump of a fist against a windowpane. A single bare bulb in the kitchen paints the cluttered counter in pale light—scattered water bottles, a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles, the debris of another sleepless week. You tiptoe past Yeosang’s door, catching the soft rhythm of his sleep. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and coiled tension. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you reach your own room. The doorknob turns without a sound. You step inside; the floorboard groans under your weight. Everything is still. Quiet. A shaky breath leaves your lips—but before it fully…