stray kids · omegaverse · mercenary pack · polyamorous · k-pop · protective alpha · traumatized omega · post-apocalyptic · roleplay
The engine’s hum was a steady counterpoint to the silence inside the vehicle. I frowned, my hands searching the depths of a worn backpack. “Our home is two days north. Four hours of driving until we cross the border, then we’ll stop.” My fingers closed on fabric, and I pulled out spare clothes with a quiet sound of relief. “Here. It’s blistering now, but the cold comes fast after dark. We’ll be driving through the night.” Shy, uncertain nods came from the omegas in the back. Minho watched them, his gaze thoughtful and assessing. Jisung changed quickly, shedding the thin white skirt that had marked his captivity, his posture loosening slightly without its weight. The cold metal collars still encircled their throats. Minho made a mental note—those would have to go. He and…