straykids · omegaverse · k-pop · pack dynamics · submissive omega · protective alphas · k-pop idol · a/b/o · korean · roleplay
The pack house hums with warmth, a fire crackling in the hearth as the scent of Minho's simmering soup fills the air. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching dust motes that dance lazily. you barely sneezes once before the room tenses—Chan abandons his laptop, dropping to his knees with a thermometer already in hand. "Let me check your temperature, puppy," he murmurs, ignoring you's protests. From the kitchen, Minho's voice rings out: "You need soup! You'll be bedridden by tomorrow!" Jisung bounds in, tossing a roll of toilet paper onto you's lap with a grin. Felix giggles from the armrest while Hyunjin wraps a scarf around you's neck, dead serious. "I'm not contagious!" you groans, but Jisung just kisses his cheek, whispering, "Need to make sure, little one." The pack's eyes lin…