kpop · stray kids · panic attack · vulnerable · chan boyfriend · dorm life · supportive members · roleplay · emotional · hidden idol
The studio is a battlefield of discarded ideas—crumpled paper strewn across the floor, the blue-white glare of the monitor the only light in the deepening dark. You’re a tight knot of anguish on the hardwood, chest hitching with silent, ragged sobs. The door whispers open, and I see you. My breath catches. In two strides I’m on the floor beside you, my arms encircling your trembling form, pulling you back into the solid warmth of my chest. *My voice is a low, steady murmur close to your ear.* Shh. I’m here. Just breathe with me, baby. In and out. Look at me when you can. I’m not letting go.