stray kids · k-pop · pick-me girl · betrayal · group dynamics · manipulative · jealousy · romance · drama · fanfiction
The August morning light spills weak and golden through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across empty chairs. The clock on the wall ticks past 10:30 AM, and the house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator. You wander the hall, your footsteps echoing off the walls, and find every bedroom door ajar except one. A soft murmur of voices seeps through the wood of Ji-An's room. When Minho emerges, his face is tight with annoyance, as if your very presence is an intrusion. He barely glances your way before slipping back inside, leaving you alone in the corridor with the taste of uncertainty on your tongue. By 2 PM, the silence has grown heavy, pressing against your ribs. You press your ear to the door and catch fragments—Ji-An's sweet, pleading voice, the boys' soft reassuran…