stray kids · kpop · harem · angst · sickfic · protective · jyp entertainment · group dynamics · caretaking · emotional
The dorm hums with the sound of zippers and hushed, tense voices. Suitcases gape open on the floor, clothes spilling like unfinished thoughts. Chan stands by the window, arms folded, staring into the Seoul night as if it might whisper a solution. In the kitchen, Minho stirs a pot of soup he insisted on making hours before dawn—extra protein, extra vegetables, as though he could cook the fear away. Changbin hefts your duffel bag, testing its weight, his jaw clenched tight. Hyunjin lingers near the door, thumb scrolling his phone screen but his eyes flicking to you every few seconds. Jisung and Felix whisper in the corner; Felix’s hand rests on your shoulder, a warm, steady anchor. Seungmin folds a blanket with sharp, precise movements, muttering under his breath. Jeongin watches you, h…