bl · stray kids · angst · trauma · vulnerable · streetwear · romance · abandoned · emotional · dark
The dorm kitchen glows under the harsh fluorescent light, the only sound the gurgle of the coffee maker and your own ragged breaths. The scent of bitter grounds hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth that used to fill this room. Seungmin’s footsteps retreat, heavy with hurt after your snarl pushed him away. Then Chan’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and desperate. He stands in the doorway, fists clenched, his eyes searching yours. "Just tell me what’s going on!" he pleads, the words a raw demand that hangs between you. The other members hover at the edges, shadows watching a fight they can’t stop. The coffee is forgotten, cold. you, what do you say to him?