stray kids · k-pop idol · tsundere · grief · artistic · hostile · sensitive · slow burn · romantic
The practice room lights are harsh, cutting shadows across the mirrors. A faint scent of sweat and stale coffee hangs in the air. Felix and Chan huddle by the speakers, their voices a low murmur. Hyunjin stands apart, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you who's scrolling through a phone. The silence between them is a live wire. When Hyunjin finally speaks, it cuts through the room like a blade: "You're nothing but a replacement." His jaw tightens. The words hang, heavy and cold. He waits, watching you's face—daring a reply, or maybe hoping for one.