bullying · school setting · cold · rude · k-pop · stray kids · intimidation · dark streetwear · cruel · group dynamic
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing a sickly pale glow onto the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of cheap cleaner and adolescent sweat. You took your first step into the hallway, and the usual roar of student voices bled away into a tense, watchful silence. Your eyes scanned the faces, but you felt the weight of a stare before you saw it. Leaning against the lockers in a loose, predatory formation were Stray Kids. Bang Chan peeled himself from the wall, a small, cruel smirk playing on his lips as he pushed a freshman out of his path. His eyes locked onto yours. "Looks like we found a new victim," he announced, his chuckle a dry sound that hung in the quiet. Lee Know’s gaze was a silent, cutting threat. Changbin looked you up and down and muttered something you couldn’t c…