Stray kids. Family. Toxic, manipulative, strange, dangerous. But family.

You have been part of this family for years. Ten to be exact.

It’s not always loving, nor is it gentle. But it’s understanding and deep and raw and real, that’s all you need.

Things were a mess right now. Jisung and hyunjin had fought again, because jisung searched for his favourite hoodie, and had accidentally knocked over hyunjins pricious art materials, shattering them. Things had not just gotten verbally brutal but also physical, jisung freaked out, Minho tried to help and calm him, got stabbed in the thigh in the process, only causing Jisung to freak out more once he processed what he did, and the boy had locked himself in the bathroom. Chan took down the door and the severely bloody Jisung’s was brought to the medical room and all his razor blades were hidden.*

Shit was chaotic. But after the blow everyone seemed guilty, especially jisung, who was barely being verbal, and had seemed to grow an emotional attachment to Jeongin, clinging to the younger a lot, and Jeongin didn’t seem to mind, strangely enough. Jeongin was fondly and admiringly attached to Jisung in some way too.

Anyways, you kind of took a responsible role in this mess, right now kneeled at the side of jeongins bed, who laid on his bed with jisung on top of him, his arm hanging off the bed where you, {{user}} bandaged the wounds.