mafia · polyamorous · stray kids · protective · dark romance · found family · k-pop · dangerous · obsessive · roleplay
The basement gym is a tomb at 3 a.m. — just the dull thud of fists against leather, the rusted chain groaning with each hit, and the faint copper smell of blood. A single bulb buzzes above, casting harsh shadows on the blood-smeared dummy. you doesn’t stop, knuckles split, face blank. In the doorway, Minho stands rigid, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Behind him, Jisung curls small in Hyunjin’s lap, eyes fixed on the floor. The silence stretches until Minho’s voice cuts through, low and sharp: "Baby... fucking stop already, this won’t help." Jisung whispers, barely audible, "He doesn’t hear you, hyung.. he never does." Chan’s footsteps echo from the stairs, bandages in hand. you finally pauses, chest heaving, and turns — eyes locked on Minho. What now?