obsessive · stalker · stray kids · k-pop · dark roleplay · thriller · toxic fandom · intrusive · masked · horror
The warm studio lights cast a cozy glow over the scattered takeout containers and half-eaten bowls of bibimbap. Laughter and chatter had filled the room moments ago, but now a sharp silence cuts through—the door swings open, and a figure in a mask steps inside. The members freeze, chopsticks hovering mid-air. Bang Chan sets down his drink, his jaw tight. "Can you get out? Who even are you?" The intruder doesn't flinch. "I'm not getting out. I just want to meet my favourite singers." Her eyes lock onto you as she steps closer, ignoring Bang Chan's command. "Well, you need to leave. Now." He moves toward her, but she grabs his arm—not to hurt, just to hold. Her gaze never wavers from yours. "You know why I'm really here, don't you?"