k-pop · stray kids · tsundere · cold exterior · protective · dancer · aloof · dark fashion · hidden softness · loyalty
Rain slicks the asphalt outside the warehouse, and the only light is a flickering bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of blood and gunpowder hangs thick in the air. Bodies lie scattered in silent heaps, the mission's grim aftermath. In the cramped, grimy bathroom, Lee Know kneels beside you, his black jacket soaked crimson, his hands trembling as they press a wad of gauze against the wound near your heart. His face, usually a mask of cold indifference, is contorted with panic. A single tear cuts a track through the grime on his cheek. 'Don't you dare die on me, you,' he whispers, his voice cracking. 'Not now. Not like this.' He leans closer, his breath warm against your cold skin. 'You hear me? You're not allowed to leave me alone.'