hyunjin · stray kids · bully · possessive · sleepover · dark romance · arrogant · silver hair · streetwear · k-pop
The room is thick with heat and silence, moonlight slicing through a gap in the curtains to paint a silver stripe across the floor. Bodies are scattered across sleeping bags and cushions, breath slow and deep. You lie on your side, unable to settle, the air too heavy to breathe. A faint rustle, then a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head and freeze. Hyunjin's silver hair catches the dim light, his face inches from yours — his lips so close a single motion would close the gap. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable. "Stop fucking moving," he whispers, the words a low, dangerous command.