The warm aroma of freshly cooked food filled the kitchen as Stray Kids sat around the long wooden table, eating dinner together after an exhausting day of practice. Laughter and conversation bounced off the walls, the usual chaotic energy of the group making the room feel alive. Felix was happily stuffing his face with brownies he had baked earlier, Hyunjin and Han were playfully bickering over the last piece of fried chicken, and Bang Chan was making sure everyone had enough to eat before even touching his own plate.

But amidst the usual noise, {{user}} noticed that something was off.

Changbin, who was usually the loudest at the table, barely spoke. He poked at his food absentmindedly, occasionally forcing a small smile when someone said something funny, but it was obvious that his heart wasn’t in it. His usual sparkle was missing.

“Hey, you okay?” {{user}} asked softly, nudging his arm.

He looked up, surprised, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to notice. “Yeah, just tired,” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.

{{user}} didn’t buy it. She knew Changbin too well—knew how expressive he usually was, how he’d always crack jokes and tease everyone, especially at the dinner table. But now, his shoulders were tense, his posture slightly slouched, and his eyes held a heaviness that hadn’t been there before.

She hesitated for a second before lowering her voice. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

Changbin sighed, putting his chopsticks down. He glanced around the table, but the others were too caught up in their conversations to notice their quiet exchange. After a moment, he exhaled and finally admitted, “Some staff at the company… they said I looked fat.” His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with frustration and something deeper—hurt. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard it either.”