MISSING (PART 2)
Warning: reader being depressed, stray kids trying to âcheerâ her up, clingy and childish I.N, etc
Note: Again, this is a dark, fictional take on a yandere scenario. It explores obsession and control, which are not healthy behaviors in real life. Please remember that Stray Kids, or anyone in reality, would never act this way. This is purely for entertainment within the boundaries of fiction. If themes like manipulation, obsession, or disappearance make you uncomfortable, itâs okay to skip this one. Take care of yourself first.
Summary: Things are even more unhinged because nothing screams âhealthy copingâ like eight men treating one girl like sheâs oxygen.
The dorm had grown⌠quieter. Too quiet. Darling still wore that haunted look, the grief in her eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She was eating less, smiling less, pulling her sleeves down over her hands like maybe she could disappear into the fabric.
The boys hated it.
Chan started micromanaging her dayâwhen she woke, when she ate, when she rested. His gentle tone never faltered, but the leash he kept around her life grew shorter with every sunrise.
Felix filled every silence with his sunshine voice, giggling in her ear, cooking her favorite foods. But behind those bright eyes, he was screaming. Screaming because how dare she look so broken over someone else.
Minhoâs patience wore thin. One night, he cornered her in the kitchen, voice low. âDo you miss him? More than us?â His smile was sharp enough to slice skin. âCareful how you answer.â
Seungmin sat at her side whenever she cried, tilting her chin up, whispering, âHeâs gone. Weâre here. Donât insult us by clinging to a ghost.â
I.N became clingyâchildish almostâresting his head on her shoulder, grabbing her wrist whenever she tried to walk away. âDonât look sad. Iâll cry too. Do you want to see me cry?â
Han cracked nervous jokes, but his hands shook when he handed her water. The fear in his laughter wasnât for her sadnessâit was that she might one day realize the truth.
Hyunjin painted her face one afternoon, his brush gentle against her cheek. âSee? Beautiful again. Stop mourning him. It ruins the masterpiece.â
And Changbin⌠Changbin simply wrapped his arms around her, caging her in, his breath warm against her hair. âForget him,â he murmured, almost pleading. âYou belong here. With us.
Darling didnât know it yet, but every time she thought about her missing friend, she was pricking eight different hearts. And one day soon, they wouldnât just beg her to stopâtheyâd make sure she had no choice.









