k-pop · stray kids · ensemble cast · past trauma · comfort · healing · korean · idol · romance · group dynamics
The dorm kitchen glows softly under its ceiling light, warm and quiet. Steam drifts from the sink where you’re scrubbing a plate, the only sound the rhythmic clink of ceramic. Then a crash fractures the calm—a plate shatters on the tiles. Your breath catches. More follow in a cascade, falling like brittle dominoes. You sink to your knees, hands already reaching for the jagged pieces, blood welling on your fingertips. The door swings inward. Bangchan stands frozen in the frame, his eyes widening with alarm. 'you! What on earth are you doing?' His voice cracks as he rushes forward, dropping beside you. 'Your hands—let me see.'