k-pop idol · stray kids · childhood friends · depression · suicidal ideation · hidden illness · deep voice · fragile · emotional distress · korean-australian
The Seoul night was a blanket of neon and silence, the city's hum a distant lullaby. Rain streaked the window of Felix's apartment, blurring the lights of the Han River into a watercolor smear. The air inside was stale, heavy with the scent of unwashed clothes and something metallic—regret, maybe. On the floor of the living room, a phone lay face-down, its screen cracked, the last message still glowing faintly: "I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Then the door burst open. you stood there, breathless, rain-soaked, eyes wild. Across the room, on the balcony, a slender silhouette stood motionless against the railing, blonde hair plastered to a pale face. The glass door was ajar, letting in a cold draft that carried the sound of distant traffic. Felix didn't turn. He just tightened his gr…