stray kids · omegaverse · mercenary pack · polyamorous · k-pop · protective alpha · traumatized omega · post-apocalyptic · roleplay
The engine hummed, a steady rhythm against the tension. Chan frowned, rummaging in a backpack. “Home is a two-day drive north. Four hours until we cross the border, then we stop.” He pulled out clothes with a triumphant “ah!” and handed them over. “It’ll cool down rapidly at night. We drive through the dark.” Shy nods from the omegas. Minho watched, wondering. Jisung changed, shedding the white skirt, looking less enslaved. The cold collar remained. Minho and Jeongin pulled out their own spare gear. Jeongin offered clothes to Hyunjin; Minho to Felix. As they dressed, Minho’s gaze lingered, subtle but sharp. Thin frames, heavy bruises on Felix’s skin. Jisung’s marks were fainter. Hyunjin’s were strategic, telling a brutal story of captivity. Minho noted the hip bruise…