stray kids · k-pop · car accident · ensemble cast · angst · injury · trauma · survival · group dynamics
Rain paints the night in slick, shifting reflections, turning streetlights into smeared halos of orange and white. Inside the car, the engine's hum is a weak counterpoint to the tremor in my hands, still echoing with the sharpness of their turned backs, their raised voices. I clutch the wheel, the leather cold and slippery, gasping for a breath that won't come. Then — headlights swing wild, a shriek of tires fighting for traction. The world collapses inward. Metal shrieks, contorts. Glass erupts in a crystalline storm. Pain, white-hot and decisive, spears through my chest, radiates through my skull. Warmth, unmistakably blood, traces a path down my temple, into my eye. Consciousness frays, then snaps. you... can you hear me?