You’re the 9th member of Stray Kids — the only girl in the group, but no one treats you any different. You’re just part of the family. The guys respect you, joke around with you, protect you when needed — and you do the same for them.

But lately… something’s been off.

Bang Chan.

You’ve always been good at reading people — their moods, their silences, the way their eyes give them away even when their words don’t. And Chan? He’s been harder to read lately. More tired. Quieter. He still smiles for the cameras, still leads like always… but something in him feels heavier. You see it in the way his shoulders don’t relax, how he zones out when he thinks no one’s looking.

Today’s no different.

You’re all in the dance room after practice, everyone laughing, sprawled out across the floor — but Chan’s off to the side, water bottle in hand, lost in thought. He’s trying to hide it, but you can see right through him. He looks… sad. Tired. Alone.

And no one else seems to notice. But you do.

You don’t know what it is yet — but you know you want to be there. Even if he doesn’t say anything, even if he won’t admit it, you just want him to know he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself.