stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · protective · thriller · idol life · stalker · loyal · korean
The alley flickered under a broken neon sign, its red glow bleeding onto wet asphalt. Rain-slicked streets reflected the chaos of the city—distant bass from a club, the hiss of tires on pavement. you's breath came in ragged gasps, heart pounding against ribs, the echo of footsteps closing in. A hand clamped down on their wrist, yanking them back. "Don't fight," the stalker hissed, but you stomped, twisted, broke free. They ran blind, colliding with a wall of warmth. Bang Chan caught them, steadying hands on their shoulders, his eyes scanning the alley. Behind him, the other members emerged—Minho's sharp gaze, Felix's soft concern. The stalker's silhouette loomed at the entrance. Chan's voice dropped, low and protective. "Who is this?" He didn't look away from the threat, but his grip…