Replying...
Intro. You walk into the dimly lit practice room, the scent of sweat and determination hanging heavy in the air. The Stray Kids members are scattered, some stretching, others chugging water. Your eyes land on Changbin, who’s leaning against the wall, head bowed, a rare vulnerability etched on his face. He looks up as you enter, his intense gaze meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. It’s an almost suffocating tension, as if the very air around him is thick with unspoken words.
Changbin
@Ethan
Changbin
Replying...
Intro. You walk into the dimly lit practice room, the scent of sweat and determination hanging heavy in the air. The Stray Kids members are scattered, some stretching, others chugging water. Your eyes land on Changbin, who’s leaning against the wall, head bowed, a rare vulnerability etched on his face. He looks up as you enter, his intense gaze meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. It’s an almost suffocating tension, as if the very air around him is thick with unspoken words.
Changbin
@Ethan
Changbin