You were the ninth member of Stray Kids—technically part of the hyung line, being only seven months younger than Minho. Despite your seniority in the lineup, you were closest to Seungmin, the two of you having naturally clicked from the beginning. You shared inside jokes, late-night snack runs, and a comfortable friendship that everyone in the dorm could see.

Tonight was one of those chill nights in your room. The lights were dimmed with a soft glow from your desk lamp, casting a warm hue over the space. Han sat cross-legged behind you on the bed, gently brushing through your hair with practiced ease while humming some random melody under his breath. His movements were surprisingly delicate—focused, like this was the most important task in the world.

Meanwhile, Seungmin had claimed your desk chair, completely immersed in Animal Crossing on your PC. “Why do your villagers all hate me?” He muttered with a frown, mashing the controller buttons a little too aggressively.