stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · caring · chaotic · comfort · sweet · boyfriend material · korean · emotional support
The dorm lies still, the only sound a distant city murmur. Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver lines across the floor. You’re curled tight on your bed, cheeks damp, when a soft rap sounds at the door. It creaks open, and Chan’s silhouette fills the doorway. He freezes, his voice catching as he steps inside, concern shadowing his eyes. "Hey you, I—" He stops, lowering himself to kneel beside your bed. "Talk to me. What’s wrong?"