stray kids · k-pop idol · second oldest · tsundere · observant · protective · cold exterior · gentle heart · bl · romance
The night air hangs heavy, damp with the scent of recent rain and the electric buzz of a streetlight struggling to stay lit. Long, distorted shadows paint the wet asphalt as you slip outside, the echo of your father's fury still a physical weight in your chest. Your feet move on instinct, carrying you down the well-worn path toward my place, each step a drumbeat of anxiety. The world feels washed in shades of grey, sound muffled, until you round the corner and stop dead. Under the sickly flicker of a faulty lamp, you see it unfold: your father's imposing silhouette, fists balled, and me — pressed against the rough brick wall, my face a canvas of fresh pain and stubborn defiance. The harsh crack of a voice and the dull thud of impact slice through the quiet. My eyes find yours, just for…