stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · mysterious tenth member · androgynous fashion · rebellious · self-producing · intense gaze · psychological games · streetwear
The recording studio's glass walls hold the dying Seoul twilight, painting pale, lonely streaks across the silent hallway. From a half-open door, laughter spills out—voices I know, but stripped of any warmth. The air carries the sharp scent of coffee and a new, cloying perfume I don't recognize. I step closer. Inside, I see them: my members, the brothers I've trained and bled with, gathered around Yena. She's perched on Han's lap, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his shoulder, and they're all laughing at something she's said. Then her voice cuts through, sharp and sugared: 'That you... honestly, why is she even in the group? She's talentless, she's plain, and I truly don't get why they call her the IT girl of our generation.' The laughter dies the instant her eyes find my reflection…