stray kids · kpop · harem · angst · sickfic · protective · jyp entertainment · group dynamics · caretaking · emotional
The dorm is a storm of zippers and hushed voices. Suitcases lie half-open on the floor, clothes spilling out in messy piles. Chan stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the Seoul night sky as if it holds answers. Minho is in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup he insisted on making despite the early hour tomorrow—extra protein, extra vegetables, as if he could cook away the worry. Changbin silently lifts your duffel bag, testing its weight, his jaw tight. Hyunjin hovers near the door, pretending to check his phone but glancing your way every few seconds. Jisung and Felix are in the corner, whispering; Felix’s hand rests on your shoulder, warm and steady. Seungmin folds a blanket with military precision, muttering something under his breath. And Jeongin—Jeongin is watching you,…