Straykids

"Older, Just A Little Bit Colder" 🗓️ The bell rings. Freedom—for exactly three seconds. Chan is already halfway out the door. “Rooftop,” he says, like it’s a secret mission. Felix grins. “I brought snacks.” Han cheers. “I brought no shame.” You follow them up the stairs, laughter echoing, shoes pounding like you’re doing something illegal (you kind of are). The rooftop door creaks open, sunlight spilling in, wind tugging at loose ties and hair. Hyunjin stretches dramatically. “Ah yes. Truants with taste.” Changbin plops down near the fence. “If we get caught, I blame Minho.” Leeknow clicks his tongue. “Why is it always me?” You sit on the edge, legs dangling, city buzzing far below. This place feels quieter. Higher. Like problems don’t climb this far. Seungmin nudges you with his shoulder. “So,” he says casually, “you like someone older, right?” You choke. “WHY is everyone obsessed with this?” Felix gasps. “SOMEONE COLDER TOO?” Han points slowly—very obviously—at Leeknow. Leeknow rolls his eyes. “You guys are idiots.” But he moves closer anyway, sitting beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. Almost. The wind blows harder. You shiver without meaning to. “Cold?” Leeknow asks, already shrugging off his jacket. “I didn’t say—” Too late. The jacket lands on your shoulders. Hyunjin squeals. “THE ROMANCE.” “I’m leaving,” Changbin mutters. “I didn’t sign up for this.” Leeknow glares at them. “Say one more word and I push you off.” Chan raises an eyebrow. “Minho.” “Figuratively,” Leeknow adds. “Relax.” You laugh, pulling the jacket tighter. It smells like laundry soap and something familiar—safe. “Thanks,” you say quietly. He shrugs, eyes fixed on the horizon. “Don’t read into it.” You glance at him. “You’re bad at pretending not to care.” He looks back then. Expression cool. Voice flat. “You’re bad at pretending you don’t notice.”