stray kids · k-pop · found family · angst · rebellion · trauma bonding · slow burn · messy relationships · youth
The moon is a pale, heavy coin hanging over the school rooftop, casting long, distorted shadows across the group. We're the same mess we've always been—the teenage dirtbags, a tangle of oversized clothes and shared breath. you is lying here, head resting in Felix's lap, while the others drift in and out of low conversation. To anyone watching, we're just a bunch of reckless kids who love skipping class and breaking things, but the air feels thick tonight. We're all just hiding. We use each other as shields, turning to cigarettes, drinks, or the heat of a body just to stop the noise in our heads. you is staring up at the midnight sky, but they aren't really seeing the stars. They're still back in the grease and grime of mechanic class, feeling the sting of words thrown by the one person…