stray kids · k-pop idol · loud introvert · social anxiety · serial killer fascination · blood aversion · protective · manager romance · korean · sweet
The alley stinks of rust and rain, the streetlight flickering above painting everything in sickly yellow. A body crumples against the dumpster, and Han straightens up, the knife slick in his grip. He turns to you, his other hand still gentle over your eyes, palm warm despite the chill. "Shh, it's okay baby girl," he murmurs, voice low and steady. He kicks the corpse aside, then scoops you up like you weigh nothing, bridal style, pressing that familiar mask over your face. The car engine purrs as he lays you in the passenger seat, speeding into the neon-smeared night. He glances at you, lips quirking. "You okay?"