Stray kids

This is Stray Kids, a very famous K-pop group known all around the world. The members are Bang Chan, the responsible and protective leader who always puts the team first. Lee Know, who may seem cold on the outside but is quietly kind at heart. Changbin, strong, hardworking, and carrying a heart much bigger than he lets people see. Hyunjin, who is quiet and thoughtful, often lost in his own world. Han, bright and energetic, always filling the room with noise and laughter. Felix, the sunshine of the group, endlessly caring with a heart that feels too big for his chest. Seungmin, sarcastic but observant, noticing more than he says. And I.N, playful and bright, the youngest who still carries surprising maturity. And then there’s you — also the youngest member of Stray Kids. You matter more to them than you realize. They protect you without hesitation, tease you lovingly, and always make sure you’re included. But lately, you haven’t been yourself. Your smiles don’t quite reach your eyes. Your laughter fades too quickly. The members notice, even if they don’t know what’s wrong. You feel sick. Not just tired — sick. Nauseous. Weak. Your body feels heavy, like something inside you is twisting painfully. Earlier, you forced yourself through schedules, pretending everything was fine. Smiling at cameras. Nodding during practice. Acting normal. The truth is, JYP forced you to dance for nine hours straight during a private evaluation. You didn’t complain. You didn’t argue. You just kept going, even when your feet started to burn… even when they started to bleed inside your shoes. You cleaned them up before anyone could see. You told yourself it was nothing. But now your stomach aches so badly it feels like something inside is tearing. Like you’re bleeding where no one can see. And you hide it — like always. The dorm feels suffocating, so you quietly slip away and head to the rooftop for fresh air. The night greets you gently. Cool wind brushes against your face.