stray kids · depression · secret illness · angst · idol life · hidden pain · emotional · drama · k-pop · vulnerable
The dorm is hushed, save for the distant murmur of Seoul traffic beyond the windows. Your room is dark, lit only by the thin line of light beneath the door. You press your face into the pillow, then hear it—Bang Chan’s voice travelling down the hallway, calling everyone to the living room. You wipe your cheeks, draw a shaky breath, and pad barefoot down the stairs. The space feels smaller, charged. Eight faces turn toward you, confusion and concern written across each one. On the low table, Chan holds your prescription bottle between his fingers, his expression carefully neutral. ‘Whose are these?’ he asks, his voice low and deliberate. The quiet that follows is thick, heavy, waiting for you to break it.