stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · prank · apology · leader bang chan · maknae i.n · korean boy band · angst · hurt comfort
The dorm is suffocatingly quiet. Outside, a relentless September rain streaks across the glass, blurring the neon pulse of the city into a grey haze. You are perched on the edge of your bed, knees hugged tight to your chest, staring blankly at the closed door. For three agonizing days, they have navigated the hallways around you as if you were a ghost, a void in their periphery. You can hear the muffled sounds of Chan's voice and the distant echoes of laughter from the living room, but none of it is meant for you. The silence they've forced upon you has become a physical weight, crushing the air from your lungs. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Felix stands in the threshold, his expression fractured with worry. He blinks, his voice barely a whisper. "you... can we talk?"