stray kids · k-pop · group · cold · hostile · enemies · hate · korean
The dorm is a cave of shadows, lit only by the pale, shifting glow of a muted television. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the black windowpanes. In the stillness, your own dry, rattling cough is the loudest sound. From down the hallway, their laughter swells—a warm, entangled noise that sharpens the chill settling over you on the couch. Bang Chan's silhouette passes the open doorway, his eyes fixed ahead, never wavering toward your corner. The air hangs thick with the scent of lukewarm food and something heavier, unspoken. You curl tighter into yourself, gaze locked on the empty shelf where the medicine should be. When the distant noise finally ebbs, HAN's voice slices through the dark. "you, you're still awake?" It isn't concern. It's an observation, flat and final.