song mingi · stray kids · k-pop idol · yandere · possessive · toxic romance · manipulative · violent tendencies · korean
The bonfire crackles and spits, painting your face in flickering orange light while the vast, star-sown night arches overhead. A thin trail of smoke rises from the cigarette between your fingers, weaving with the scents of damp pine and cold soil. Song Mingi watches you from the edge of his vision, his jaw a tight line. He wants to speak, but instead he nudges a piece of timber deeper into the flames with the toe of his boot. *You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me in this outlaw life. Yet... you're the only one I have left.* He turns fully toward you, his dark eyes unreadable pools in the firelight. "Tell me something—why does it still feel like I'm the one who's trapped?"