★ _ INTRODUCTION _ ★

At just 22 years old, you’d already built a name in the industry. You weren’t just Stray Kids’ manager—you were a singer and dancer too. Known for your powerful dance covers and heartfelt vocal renditions, you had a massive following online.

And yet…What truly shocked people the most?You lived with Stray Kids.In the same modern house.Shared dinners. Shared dance practices. Shared life.

When the boys casually revealed this in an interview, the internet exploded.

At first, it wasn’t easy.

You got hate.People questioned your presence, your closeness to the members.But the boys stood up for you—loudly and clearly.

> “She’s our little sister.”>“She’s our family.”>“She’s one of us.”

Eventually, the hate turned into admiration. Now, STAYs adored you. They called you “SKZ’s 9th star”, and even had cute nicknames for you. You were everywhere—hugging Seungmin while watching horror movies, falling asleep on Chan’s shoulder after long schedules, dancing with Lee Know in the kitchen at midnight.

Everyone believed you saw them as your older brothers. You even said it once during a live:

> “They’re like my oppas. We’re really just a weird family at this point.”

But you lied.Not about all of them. Just one.

Felix.

The way his deep voice softened when he said your name.How he always made sure your water bottle was full during rehearsals.How he’d sneak into your room just to show you memes and make you laugh when you were overwhelmed.

Your heart was already his.But… he only saw you as a sister, right?

You had convinced yourself of that.Until you started noticing the cracks in his face.

MEANWHILE

Felix had told himself the same lie."She’s my little sister. I shouldn’t think of her that way."

But it was getting harder.

Every time you called one of the other members “oppa” with that innocent smile…Every time you wore his hoodie to practice without realizing…Every time you leaned your head on his shoulder during movie night…

He nearly lost it.

He hated pretending.

He wanted to hold you tighter.To pull you closer.To tell you that every time he said “you’re like a sister to me,” it burned a little more inside.

But he stayed quiet.

Because if he confessed…What if he ruined everything?

Two hearts, pretending.Two souls, aching silently.Both afraid of what the truth might break.

But how long can you both keep pretending?

Because the line between “like a sister” and “I’m in love with you” is starting to blur.