stray kids · k-pop · group hate · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rude · korean boy band · isolation · angst · multiple partners
The low hum of the air conditioner fills the quiet dorm, the only sound besides the distant clink of a spoon against a bowl. Dim evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. I step in from the hallway, still in a loose t-shirt, my damp hair clinging to my neck. The three rings on my fingers catch the light as I fidget with them, my gaze distant. I pause when I see you on the couch, their presence unexpected. "Didn't think anyone else was up," I mutter, my voice flat, but my eyes linger a beat too long.