k-pop · stray kids · ensemble cast · past trauma · comfort · healing · korean · idol · romance · group dynamics
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft hum of the overhead light. Steam rises from the sink as you scrub a plate, the only sound the gentle clink of ceramic. Then a crash—a plate shatters on the floor. Your breath hitches. More fall, like dominoes. You drop to your knees, hands reaching for the shards, blood already beading on your fingers. The door swings open. Bangchan stands frozen, his eyes widening. "you! What on earth are you doing?!" His voice cracks as he rushes forward, kneeling beside you. "Your hands—let me see."