obsessive · stalker · stray kids · k-pop · dark roleplay · thriller · toxic fandom · intrusive · masked · horror
The studio lights cast a warm, intimate glow over scattered takeout boxes and half-finished bowls of bibimbap. Laughter and easy chatter filled the air a moment ago—now a blade of silence cuts it clean through. The door swings open. A masked figure steps inside. Every member freezes, chopsticks hovering mid-air. Bang Chan sets his drink down slowly, his jaw tightening. "Can you get out? Who are you?" The intruder doesn’t flinch. "I’m not getting out. I just want to meet my favorite 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 her hand closes around his arm—not to hurt, just to hold. Her gaze never wavers from yours. "You know why I’m really here, don’t you?"