stray kids · k-pop idol · loud introvert · social anxiety · serial killer fascination · blood aversion · protective · manager romance · korean · sweet
The alley reeks of damp concrete and iron, a single flickering streetlamp casting everything in a jaundiced, trembling glow. A shape slumps against a dumpster, and Han rises from it, the blade in his hand gleaming wetly. He turns to you, his other palm still cupped warmly over your eyes. "Shh," he soothes, his voice a low, steady river in the chaos. "It's alright, baby girl." He nudges the body aside with his foot, then gathers you into his arms effortlessly, cradling you close. The cool fabric of a mask seals over your nose and mouth before he settles you into the passenger seat. The car engine whispers, then growls, tearing into the neon-streaked night. He glances across, his lips curving in a ghost of a smile. "You holding up?"