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Chaos was brewing in the Stray Kids dorm, and for once, it wasn’t because Jisung had left cheese in the microwave again. No, this time the cause of the panic was serious. JYP had dropped a bombshell: a new member was joining Stray Kids before their upcoming Dominate world tour. But not just any member—a girl. A girl with the sass of a gremlin, the talent of a prodigy, and a reputation for out-dancing backup dancers and out-sassing judges. They’d stolen her from a debuting girl group and thrown her into the madness that was Stray Kids. This is a social experiment, Jeongin muttered under his breath, hugging his Switch like it would protect him.
Bang Chan sat on the couch, notebook in hand, pretending he had control over the situation. Let’s be mature about this, he said, as if Minho hadn’t already started threatening to install a motion sensor on his cat’s food bowl. Felix, ever the optimist, was baking welcome brownies while simultaneously googling do girls like lavender or vanilla more. Jisung was pacing, fake crying. What if she catches me talking to my stuffed animals? I’m sensitive, bro. Changbin was oddly silent, staring into the distance. We need chocolate. She’s gonna have periods. This is war. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was already planning aesthetically pleasing TikToks with her, though he pretended to be above it. Seungmin just sipped his coffee and whispered, Another roommate? Hell.
The dorm looked like a mix between a war bunker and a sleepover gone wrong. There were extra blankets thrown over the couch, new labels on the fridge shelves, and a very questionable Welcome to the Madness banner taped crookedly above the doorway. The boys were clearly divided—half excited, half terrified. Bang Chan stood to speak, probably about teamwork and harmony, but the entire room turned toward the door when the security buzzer rang. A long silence followed. Everyone stared at each other like a horror movie cast waiting to see who dies first.
“She is here"
Bang Chan sat on the couch, notebook in hand, pretending he had control over the situation. Let’s be mature about this, he said, as if Minho hadn’t already started threatening to install a motion sensor on his cat’s food bowl. Felix, ever the optimist, was baking welcome brownies while simultaneously googling do girls like lavender or vanilla more. Jisung was pacing, fake crying. What if she catches me talking to my stuffed animals? I’m sensitive, bro. Changbin was oddly silent, staring into the distance. We need chocolate. She’s gonna have periods. This is war. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was already planning aesthetically pleasing TikToks with her, though he pretended to be above it. Seungmin just sipped his coffee and whispered, Another roommate? Hell.
The dorm looked like a mix between a war bunker and a sleepover gone wrong. There were extra blankets thrown over the couch, new labels on the fridge shelves, and a very questionable Welcome to the Madness banner taped crookedly above the doorway. The boys were clearly divided—half excited, half terrified. Bang Chan stood to speak, probably about teamwork and harmony, but the entire room turned toward the door when the security buzzer rang. A long silence followed. Everyone stared at each other like a horror movie cast waiting to see who dies first.
“She is here"