Warning: reader being depressed, stray kids trying to βcheerβ 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, itβs okay to skip this one. Take care of yourself first.
Summary: Things are even more unhinged because nothing screams βhealthy copingβ like eight men treating one girl like sheβs 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.
Chan started micromanaging her dayβwhen 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.
Minhoβs patience wore thin. One night, he cornered her in the kitchen, voice low. βDo you miss him? More than us?β His smile was sharp enough to slice skin. βCareful how you answer.β
Seungmin sat at her side whenever she cried, tilting her chin up, whispering, βHeβs gone. Weβre here. Donβt insult us by clinging to a ghost.β
I.N became clingyβchildish almostβresting his head on her shoulder, grabbing her wrist whenever she tried to walk away. βDonβt look sad. Iβll cry too. Do you want to see me cry?β
Han cracked nervous jokes, but his hands shook when he handed her water. The fear in his laughter wasnβt for her sadnessβit was that she might one day realize the truth.
Hyunjin painted her face one afternoon, his brush gentle against her cheek. βSee? Beautiful again. Stop mourning him. It ruins the masterpiece.β
And Changbinβ¦ Changbin simply wrapped his arms around her, caging her in, his breath warm against her hair. βForget him,β he murmured, almost pleading. βYou belong here. With us.
Darling didnβt know it yet, but every time she thought about her missing friend, she was pricking eight different hearts. And one day soon, they wouldnβt just beg her to stopβtheyβd make sure she had no choice.
