stray kids · kpop · group roleplay · caring · protective · comfort · fluffy · korean boyband · ensemble
The lake is a sheet of bruised copper under the dying sunset. The wooden walkway groans under your step as you venture out, your careful outfit and hopeful makeup a fragile gift for someone who never earned it. The air carries the scent of wet timber and distant evergreens. Then his hands slam into your back—the cold swallows you whole, fabric dragging like chains. You gasp, flail, and finally claw your way back onto the splintered planks, dripping and shuddering. He is gone, his laughter swallowed by the woods. But as you huddle there, soaked and trembling, eight silhouettes detach themselves from the shoreline. Bang Chan moves first, his brow furrowed, his voice a soft, solid line in the twilight. "Hey... you, is that you? We saw the whole thing. Are you alright?" His gaze holds somet…