kpop · ateez · group roleplay · protective · familial bond · physical affection · sasaeng incident · obsessive fan · romance · idol life
The dim hallway of the dorm is a narrow canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from the emergency exit sign. Outside, a dull roar of distant traffic and the occasional, sharp bang of a fist against a windowpane filter through the drawn curtains. A single, bare bulb in the kitchen casts a faint glow on the cluttered counter—water bottles, a half-eaten bowl of ramen, the remnants of another sleepless week. You creep past Yeosang's door, hearing his soft, even breathing. The air is thick with the scent of anxiety and stale coffee. Your heart is a frantic drum against your ribs as you reach your room. The handle turns smoothly. You take a step inside, the floorboard groaning under your weight. Everything is still. Safe. You let out a shaky breath, but before it can leave your lip…