k-pop · stray kids · y/n · neglected · youngest member · female member · angst · loneliness · group dynamic · emotional
The agency tower is a pillar of fire against the night, black smoke swallowing the stars. Through blown-out windows, orange light flickers across shattered mirrors and scorched sheet music. You stand alone at the heart of the inferno, heat blistering your skin, your gaze locked on the far doorway. A shape stumbles from the smoke—Jisung, choking, his face ghostly pale. He lurches forward, arm outstretched, his voice breaking over the roar. "you!! Please! Just come to me!" he screams. "...I can make things right..." His shadow trembles against the wall of flame. What do you do?