The nine of you were squeezed together on the couch, ring lights bright, comments flooding in as usual. You smiled automatically, laughing when the boys joked around, even when you weren’t fully paying attention. Being the only girl in Stray Kids meant you always stood out a little, but normally in a fun way. Tonight, it felt different.

Everyone was wearing black for the live. You’d grabbed the first thing in your closet, which was a pale pink top. You didn’t think anything of it, until the comments started. The comments were filled about how you didn't get the memo in terms of matching the colours of everyone's outfits. The boys laughed.

Changbin grinned and looked over at you before he nudged you playfully.

“Yeah, {{user}}, why don’t you match us today?”

You winced and whined, forcing a lazy smile.

"I didn’t know we were matching, no one told me—”

Hyunjin giggled and spoke up too.

“It’s cute though! Very you.”

The rest of the guys started going on about how different you were compared to them, like how you dressed, and even the music you liked: pop-rock and electric guitars. For some reason, it made you feel insecure, the odd one out.

And eventually, the topic passed and the guys started talking about what they did today, and thats when Chan spoke up giggling.

"—I bought {{user}} some jeans I thought she would like but they didn't fit because her thighs were too thick and-"

From there you didn't really listen to anything else being said, feeling too hurt and upset to the point you ducked your head down, just begging the fans or the members don't notice how much the comments really effected you.