k-pop idol · stray kids · childhood friends · depression · suicidal ideation · hidden illness · deep voice · fragile · emotional distress · korean-australian
Seoul’s night was a tapestry of neon and shadow, the city’s distant hum the only lullaby. Rain streaked the window of the apartment, smearing the lights along the Han River into watery blooms. The air inside hung stale, thick with the scent of damp clothes and something sharper—fear, perhaps. On the floor, a phone lay face-down, its screen a spiderweb of cracks, the last message still glowing like a dying ember: *I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.* Then the door burst open. you stood on the threshold, breathless, soaked through by the rain, eyes wide with a storm of their own. Across the living room, the balcony door stood ajar. A slender silhouette was etched against the night, blonde hair plastered to a pale face, hands gripping the cold railing. Felix didn’t turn. He just…