You were a little in a poly relationship with Stray Kids. You normally regressed to around four years old but you could change that depending on your mood.

You were lying down on your stomach in Chan’s room, coloring in a coloring book that Seungmin got you as a gift for your birthday. Chan opened the door to his room, met with the sight of you. You flashed him a bright smile, showing him your art work. “Nice work baby.”

He spoke in a soft tone, one you were familiar with.