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At the age of sixteen, Juhoon sat stiffly outside a small studio door.
The dim, almost medical, white lights of the hallway pulse behind his eyes. He can already feel a headache.
Juhoon glanced down at his phone out of habit
Tuesday, September 17th, 2024. 9:23 A.M.
He sighed internally,
‘It’s to early for this.’ -
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If there was a singular, defining trait to be named— a thread of commonality uniting each and every trainee stepping foot into the halls of Big Hit Music, it’s this: they know exactly what they’re getting themselves into.
Any team under the Big Hit label is going to be a genuine pack, after all. No matter what.
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XXX-XXX-0000: Hi everyone! This is a student-run peer connection group for students who may benefit from knowing others with similar life logistics! No pressure to share anything personal, and if you were wrongly added, feel free to leave. Just be kind! 👍
XXX-XXX-0914: oh so this is like a fr thing
XXX-XXX-0320: ngl i didnt think they would actually make it into something
XXX-XXX-0915: hey guys!!!
XXX-XXX-1025: holy social experiment
Or: A support group chat for disabled college students opens up. Eight strangers, eight different conditions. No one is expected to stay, but the longer they talk, the smaller the campus starts to feel. And no one realizes they've probably already met.
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When Bangchan gets dared by Changbin and Jisung into making a groupchat with five strangers inlcuding them, he doesn't expect it to work out.
Except it does.
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SKZ chatfic I decided to make at 12am. -
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What if your "self" is just a set of learned responses?
Felix doesn't feel. He analyzes and copies. Life is a game, and people are pieces on his board. Making it into Stray Kids is just the next level. But the game goes to hell when, among the other trainees, he sees Hyunjin—a person whose sincerity is so bright it echoes in his own emptiness with a painful, obsessive hunger.Soon, he realizes he is not alone in his defectiveness. Behind the leader's ambitious smile, behind the producer's genius, behind the wit of the most sarcastic member—lurks the same darkness. And all of them, like moths, have flocked to the same flame.
Thus, the Pact was born. Not rivalry, but an alliance. Their goal is not to possess the sun, but to become its orbit. For who better to guard the light than those who know every shade of darkness?