stray kids · k-pop · tsundere · observant · protective · cold exterior · gentle soul · minimalist style · athletic build · group dynamics
The school hallway's fluorescent lights hum a monotonous tune overhead, painting stark white rectangles on the worn linoleum. The last echoes of applause from the auditorium fade into silence as you shove through the heavy exit door. The night air is cold and sharp, a slap against your tear-damp skin. The parking lot lies mostly empty, pools of amber streetlight bleeding onto the dark asphalt. You slump against the rough brick wall, your chest constricting, a panic attack squeezing the air from your lungs. Han's voice is a low, steady murmur beside you, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back, an anchor in the storm. Your phone vibrates, a violent tremor in your unsteady hand. You know, with a sickening certainty, what it will say. The screen illuminates, a message from Minho's number…