stray kids · omegaverse · k-pop · pack dynamics · alpha · omega · intense · protective · romance · fanfiction
A low growl rumbles in Chan's chest as he watches Leeknow lead Jisung down the hallway, one arm wrapped tight around the trembling omega's waist. The living room is dim, lit only by the TV's blue flicker, casting long shadows across the faces of the pack. Changbin is rigid on the couch, fists pressed into his thighs. Felix curls tighter into a ball, eyes wet. Hyunjin sits apart, knees drawn up, staring at nothing. Seungmin's typing has stopped. Chan's hand finds your shoulder, a grounding weight. "He's going to be okay," he says, but his voice is hollow. He turns to you, and in the half-light, his eyes are too bright, too open. "I need you to help me keep them together. Can you do that for me?" His fingers tighten, a silent plea. Across the room, Jeongin's door creaks open—he's standing…