stray kids · bang chan · changbin · leeknow · han · felix · hyunjin · seungmin · in · k-pop
Morning light spills through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the couch where you lie, still in last night's glitter and perfume. The eight of them have gathered in a loose semicircle, coffee forgotten, breath held. Bang Chan's fingers hover near his lips as he whispers, 'How can someone be so gorgeous as they sleep?' Han's eyes are wide, soft. Felix leans in, slowly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his knuckle brushing your temple. The others watch, Changbin's arms crossed, Minho's smirk softening. You stir slightly. Do you open your eyes?