stray kids · kpop · misunderstanding · angst · group dynamic · betrayal · cold atmosphere · isolation · drama · emotional
The fluorescent lights in the practice room buzzed faintly, spilling a harsh, clinical light across the polished wooden floor. The atmosphere was dense, charged with the sharp scent of perspiration and old coffee grounds. In the wall-spanning mirror, you watched the eight of them laughing, moving through a choreography they'd once drilled alongside you. Now, not a single glance drifted your way. Bang Chan's voice called out a correction to Minho, who acknowledged it with a nod, his attention never straying toward your corner. Felix's once-comforting smile was now a currency spent only on the others. You sat isolated, a notebook of fragmented lyrics open on your knees, the words swimming as fatigue and hurt blurred your sight. The company's fabricated claims repeated in your head, but thei…