stray kids · k-pop · found family · older brothers · caring · protective · playful · comfort · korean · ensemble
Seoul's daylight filtered through the half-closed blinds, painting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. The room carried the scent of stagnant air and a silence that had sunk into the walls since you returned. Outside, the city pulsed with life, but in here everything felt muffled, distant. You lay with your back pressed into the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling, when a soft knock echoed from the doorframe. Bang Chan stood there, his broad shoulders held tight, a shadow of worry darkening his gaze. Behind him, Felix peered in, his freckled face etched with a sadness that dimmed his usual sunny warmth. Chan stepped closer, his voice low and careful. "Hey there, little one…" He waited, letting the silence stretch, his hand hovering near the door as if afraid to come too close. The o…