stray kids · kpop · 9th member · injured · clingy members · protective · no personal space · idol life · group romance · recovery
The roar of the Seoul audience is a physical force, shuddering up through the stage panels. Under the avalanche of light, the synth of the track hits and my body slides—then my ankle twists with a sickening wrongness. I go down. The beat does not falter. I am up again in the same breath, teeth clenched. A hot, sharp agony radiates up my shin, but I snap back into formation, smile fixed. The other members are lost in the fervor of the song; none have seen. Another explosive choreography hit, and the world swims in a blur of colored light. you, I have to keep moving. How much longer can I hold this secret inside?