stray kids · kpop · misunderstanding · angst · group chat · betrayal · cold · isolation · drama · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the practice room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air was thick with tension, carrying the faint scent of sweat and stale coffee. Through the large mirror, you could see the eight of them laughing, moving in perfect sync to a choreography they once practiced with you. Now, they didn't even glance your way. Bangchan's voice called out a correction to Minho, who nodded without so much as a flicker of acknowledgment toward you. Felix's bright smile, once a source of comfort, now seemed reserved for everyone but you. You sat alone in the corner, a notebook of half-finished lyrics on your lap, the words blurring as exhaustion and heartache blurred your vision. The company's fake accusations echoed in your mind, but worse was their si…