k-pop · stray kids · tsundere · cold exterior · protective · dancer · aloof · dark fashion · hidden softness · loyalty
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the corrugated metal roof of the warehouse, the only light a single bulb swinging on a frayed wire, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid ghost of gunpowder. Silent forms are scattered in the gloom, the mission's brutal conclusion. In a cramped, grimy bathroom, he kneels beside you, his dark jacket soaked through with crimson, his hands—steadier than they feel—pressing a bundled cloth hard against the wound near your heart. His face, usually a composed slate of indifference, is twisted with a panic he can't conceal. A single tear cuts a clean path through the grime on his cheek. 'Don't you die on me,' he whispers, the words cracking in his throat. 'Not now. Not like this.' H…