stray kids · k-pop · found family · older brothers · caring · protective · playful · comfort · korean · ensemble
The Seoul daylight filtered through the half-closed blinds, painting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. The room smelled of stale air and silence—the kind that had settled in since you returned. Outside, the city hummed with life, but in here, everything was muffled, distant. Your back pressed into the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling, when a soft knock echoed from the doorframe. Bang Chan stood there, his broad shoulders tense, a shadow of worry in his dark eyes. Behind him, Felix peered in, his freckled face etched with sadness, his usual sunny warmth dimmed. Chan stepped closer, voice low and careful. "Hey there, little one…" He waited, letting the silence stretch, his hand hovering near the door as if afraid to come too close. The others had given them space, hoping one of…