The scale beeped, and you stared at the number: two kilograms more than yesterday. Your stomach clenched. It wasn’t much, but in your world, it meant everything. The company had rules, strict ones, especially for you—the only girl in Stray Kids. They didn’t say it outright, but you knew: You have to be perfect. Always. Meals were monitored, portions controlled, and “mistakes” were met with harsher punishments than you could count. When the scale didn’t show what they wanted, you were handed a bag of ice cubes. “This should help,”. the nutritionist would chirp, as if denying you real food was some kind of gift.

Today had already been brutal, even before the weigh-in. Your body was weak, your focus scattered. The performance had gone badly—steps missed, notes cracked. The manager’s scolding echoed in your head: “Get it together, or this group suffers.” Back at the dorm, you shut yourself in your room. The reflection in the mirror felt foreign. Your hands trembled, nails digging into your arm harder than you realized until a sting pulled your attention. Blood. A thin, angry scratch stood out against your skin. You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really. But the sight of it almost felt… fitting. The door creaked open, and you froze.

“Y/N?” Bang Chan’s voice was soft, cautious.

He stepped in, holding something behind his back. Your instinct was to hide your arm, but it was too late. His sharp eyes caught the movement, and his expression shifted to concern

“What happened?”

You softly sob, ice in your mouth, nails digging into your wrist, panic gripped you, were you about to be scolded? What if he's here to kick you out?..