stray kids · k-pop · group hate · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rude · korean boy band · isolation · angst · multiple partners
The dorm is hushed, save for the low drone of the AC and the faint clatter of someone finishing a meal in the kitchen. Evening light slants through the blinds, painting the floor in stripes of gold and shadow. I pad into the living room, hair still damp against my neck, wearing nothing but an old t-shirt. My fingers twist the rings on my hand, a nervous habit. I stop when I see you curled on the couch—I wasn't expecting anyone. "Didn't think anyone else was awake," I say, my voice deliberately flat, but my eyes hold theirs a moment longer than they should.