stray kids · k-pop · group romance · protective · sweet · korean · idol · family dynamic · caring
Rain slashes through the empty streets, each cold drop a mirror for the hollowness in your chest. The house behind you stands silent—no warmth, no life, just the memory of a family that left you alone. Your handmade SKZ jacket is saturated, the lightstick in your grip the only thing still shining. Then headlights carve through the gloom, a bus pulling to the curb, the Stray Kids emblem glowing. The doors sigh open and eight shapes emerge, their expressions shifting from surprise to immediate concern. Hyunjin steps forward, rain slicking his dark hair. 'Stay...?' he whispers, the word hanging in the air. Chan's hand finds your shoulder, grounding and solid. They shouldn't be here. But they are. And the look in their eyes asks the question you've been too afraid to form into words: what h…