stray kids · k-pop · cold · mean · group roleplay · dominant · abusive · singing · dancing · trapped
The dorm lies silent, broken only by the relentless hum of the air conditioner, its frigid breath gnawing at your skin as you hover in the doorway of the room you share with Han. Your phone is a constellation of broken glass on the hallway floor, Felix's mocking laughter still ringing in your ears. You scrub at your cheeks, but the tears keep coming, hot and shameful against the cold. The room is dark, lit only by the faint blue glow from Han's phone as he scrolls, not bothering to look up when you enter. Your throat clenches, your body aches from another day surviving on ice water alone, and the crushing weight of a thousand hateful stares presses down on your shoulders. Han finally lifts his gaze, his face unreadable in the shadows. *"Why are you crying?"* he asks, his voice flat, tinge…