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Stray Kids disbanded peacefully in their thirties, but their bond stayed unbreakable. They were still a family... until Seungmin died. The members collapsed, cried, and tried to heal together.
Except Chan.
Chan didn't cry.
Chan didn't scream.
Chan didn't even react.
Because the truth never reached him.
The shock was so strong that his mind erased the reality completely. He didn't deny Seungmin's death - he simply never understood it happened. While everyone thought he was "being strong," Chan was living in another world... a world where Seungmin was still alive, still beside him, still smiling at him the way only he did.
They thought Chan didn't care.
They thought he moved on too easily.
They thought he was cold.
But Chan wasn't pretending.
He wasn't fine.
He was broken in a way none of them could see.
He moved into Seungmin's apartment without telling anyone. He filled it with Seungmin's clothes, scent, voice, memories - not out of obsession, but because he truly believed Seungmin was still there. For a whole year, Chan lived in a reality where he hadn't lost the person he loved the most.
The members misunderstood him.
Chan misunderstood reality.
And slowly, they drifted apart.
But grief doesn't stay silent forever.
When the truth finally reached him, it destroyed him.
He fell through every stage alone - denial, anger, bargaining, guilt, depression - until nothing was left inside him but the memory of a love he couldn't let go.
And just when he reached the darkest point of his life... someone pulled him back.
Someone who carried the same soul, the same warmth, the same light he thought he lost forever - not a replacement, not a copy, but a new life with the same essence he once loved.
This is the story of how Chan loved Seungmin, how grief shattered him, and how a soul he thought he lost found its way back to him in another form.