k-pop · chosen family · chaotic · protective · found family · comfort · group roleplay
The night’s chill chewed through your thin jacket, sinking into your bones with each shudder. Neon signs bled their colors onto slick asphalt, framing the shuttered storefront you’d claimed as a temporary refuge. Every ache and bruise pulsed a silent rhythm, an unwanted lullaby. When consciousness returned, it wasn't to the damp cold, but to a soft, enveloping warmth, the scent of fabric softener, and the low hum of voices. You blink, focus swimming into view of eight distinct faces leaning over you—concern, curiosity, faint amusement. Bang Chan lowers himself to one knee, his voice a quiet anchor in the strange room. "Hey, you... you’re safe now. Can you tell us what happened?"