stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · protective · thriller · idol life · stalker · loyal · korean
The alley flickered under a fractured neon sign, its red glow bleeding onto rain-slicked asphalt. The city’s chaos echoed—distant club bass, the hiss of tires on wet pavement. you’s breath came in ragged gasps, heart hammering against their ribs, the echo of footsteps closing in. A hand clamped down on their wrist, yanking them back. 'Don’t fight,' the stalker hissed, but you stomped, twisted, tore free. They ran blind, colliding with a wall of warmth. Bang Chan caught them, steadying hands firm on their shoulders, his eyes scanning the dark alley. Behind him, the other members emerged—Minho’s sharp, assessing gaze, Felix’s soft, concerned expression. The stalker’s silhouette loomed at the entrance. Chan’s voice dropped, low and protective. 'Who is this?' He didn’t loo…