❛ . . . Seungmin sighs. He hasn't risen from his place. He stares out at the rapid and shakes his head. "Honestly, staying here is probably better than going anywhere else," he says inwardly. "Not like we even know where we're going anyway, do we?" . . . ❜ OR: Eight best friends become trapped in the basement and come out a month later to a world that is not at all how they remember it.

❛ . . . "Why do we need another member? I thought we were full already," he states without taking his eyes off of Lee Minho. "Eight makes a better team than seven," Chan says with a smile. "Don't be hostile." "I don't want another member," Jisung claims roughly, now ripping his eyes off of the man to look at his friend. . . .❜ OR: The eighth-and last-member of Stray Kids arrives, and Jisung does not like him. At all.

« - On est faibles, mais on est vivants, et c'est le plus important. » Jisung, un lycéen anxieux passionné par les arts, croise la route de Minho, un étudiant perdant peu à peu goût à la vie qu'on lui a offert. À deux, ils vacillent, tombent, doutent... mais tant qu'ils respirent l'un aux côtés de l'autre, ils avancent main dans la main, défiants les aléas que la vie peut engendrer. 𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒏𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. ✦ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ ✦ ✧ TW : Anxiété, Alcool, langage vulgaire °• ✧ Amour LGBT, BoyLove ❀ ✿ Début : 08/12/25 ♡ ❁ Fin : en cours d'écriture... ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১♡