stray kids · k-pop · group romance · protective · maknae · bang chan · i.n · idol life · sasaengs · caring
The Seoul night is thick and humid, clinging to the neon glow of convenience stores and the distant hum of traffic. On the street near the dorm, the air still holds the ghost of your perfume, the last trace of you before the world swallowed you whole. The boys' voices echo in the empty studio—Chan's frantic calls, Minho's quiet panic, Jeongin's trembling silence. Eight pairs of eyes scan every alley, every CCTV feed, but the city offers nothing. Somewhere, in a room you can't name, the sasaeng's jealousy festers like a wound, and her accomplice—a shadow with a scarred hand—leans closer. A cold metal chair creaks under you, and his breath hits your ear. "They're looking, little star," he whispers, "but they'll never find you. Isn't that what you wanted? To feel special?" Silence fall…