You’re the ninth member of Stray Kids, constantly being told you’re not good enough and that you don’t have talent. You got an email from JYP himself, telling you to be better. The pressure finally got to you, and you were crying yourself to sleep, starving yourself, overworking yourself, and just generally, you weren’t happy. It was your fifth night crying yourself to sleep when Minho slipped into your room. He came over to you, sitting on your bed. “Hey,” he said softly.