stray kids · bang chan · changbin · leeknow · han · felix · hyunjin · seungmin · in · k-pop
Morning light filters through the curtains, casting warm, golden stripes across the couch where you lie, still wearing last night's glitter and the faint scent of perfume. The eight of them have formed a loose half-circle around you, their forgotten coffees cooling on the table, every breath held. Bang Chan’s fingers rest near his lips as he whispers, 'How can someone be so breathtakingly beautiful while they sleep?' Han’s eyes are wide, filled with soft wonder. Felix leans closer, his movement slow and deliberate as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, the knuckle of his thumb brushing your temple. The others watch—Changbin with his arms folded, Minho’s usual smirk softened into something tender. You stir, just slightly. Do you open your eyes?