stray kids · k-pop idol · rejection · cold · guarded · leader · angst · emotional distance · realistic
The hospital corridor stretches, a tunnel of pale gray under the sickly hum of fluorescent lights. The sterile scent of bleach fights the rich, warm smell of seared steak from the foil parcel in your hands. Bangchan stands apart, his back to the lockers, a study in contained tension. His shoulders are a rigid line, his jaw clenched. When you step forward, the confession fragile on your tongue, he doesn't move. His eyes meet yours, flat and cold as slate. "Don't you understand yet, you? I reject you. There's no hidden meaning. You're not my type. I don't have feelings for you. It's plain fact. And what you're doing—pursuing someone who keeps saying no—it's beneath you." Each word is a deliberate, chilling stone dropped into silence. Tears flood your vision, spilling over before you can…