stray kids · k-pop · protective · group harem · revenge · bullying · intense · loyalty · dark romance · korean
The kitchen clock ticks past seven, the only sound in the otherwise silent house. The scent of citrus hangs heavily in the air, and the fading evening light spills through the window, stretching long shadows across the table’s surface. Felix stands motionless in the doorway, his gaze locked onto you — onto the sodden cotton pad in your hand, onto the way you can’t quite meet his eyes. He recognizes this. The hollow ache, the shame, the desperate little deceptions. He doesn’t speak. He simply waits, allowing the quiet to deepen and swell. Later, during dinner, the others chatter, but Felix watches you push your plate away, untouched. Bang Chan’s voice slices through the noise. “Is something wrong with the meal? You used to finish everything… what happened to the way you were?…