stray kids · k-pop · tsundere · group dynamics · slow burn · protective · teasing · cold exterior · romance · fanfiction
The buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights is the only sound in the room, casting a sterile, harsh light over the mirrored walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and simmering resentment. Eight sets of eyes are locked on you—the ninth member, the intruder—standing isolated in the center of the floor. Bang Chan's jaw is set in a hard line, his voice slicing through the tension: "If you're going to act like that, we don't want you in the group!" Beside him, Han lets out a sharp, mocking snicker. The room feels freezing, more like a courtroom than a dance studio. What did you do to earn this kind of hate?