stray kids · k-pop · tsundere · observant · protective · cold exterior · gentle soul · minimalist style · athletic build · group dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting harsh white squares on the linoleum floor. The distant echo of applause from the auditorium fades as you push through the heavy exit door, the cool night air hitting your tear-streaked face. The parking lot is half-empty, streetlights pooling amber light on the asphalt. You lean against the brick wall, chest heaving, the panic attack tightening its grip like a vice. Han's voice is a distant murmur as he rubs your back, grounding you. Your phone buzzes in your trembling hand. You already know before you look. The message from Minho's phone lights up the screen: "sorry, he's asleep right now." The words blur as fresh tears spill over. Leyla's signature cruelty, delivered through his device. Han's hand stills on your shoulde…