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Chase had known something was wrong from the moment he opened his eyes.
His body felt impossibly heavy, as though his aching limbs had been hollowed out and filled with concrete. Chase didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that his face was flushed. He rolled over and pressed his cheek against the cotton pillowcase, relishing in the faint coolness. An uncomfortable heat prickled his skin while still sending chills down his spine. He rolled onto his back with a groan, staring at the ceiling and wishing the alarm that thrust him into consciousness moments earlier hadn’t gone off at all.
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Chase had always been good at hiding. Even if it meant his life was in danger because of people around him. Or more specifically, himself.
House knew this and imagined a million possible things he could witness as he opened the door.
But none of those things could've prepared him for this.
"Jesus christ."
Or, Chase spirals into depression and develops PTSD as he's trapped with memories of his past. The guilt. The fear. The screams. All that, still interfering with his life now. He doesn't expect someone to notice, but House notices everything. But this time he's almost too late.
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The other time, he hadn’t let Chase go home when the day was over. He had made up a meaningless task that needed to be finished before the morning. His fellow had looked like a kicked puppy when House had left him in the conference room.
Oh, how House wished he could go back in time! The guilt was weighing him down. He honestly didn’t understand how Chase could even like him after the way he had treated him for years.
Wait a minute! Suddenly, House was petrified, and he felt like he was falling. Was this Stockholm Syndrome??? Was Chase in fact held hostage, and his whole affectionate persona was a survival strategy? House was his boss after all, and an abusive boss at that. And the kid was scared to death to be deported to Australia. Shit, House was spiraling; his face was flushed and he felt nauseous.
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- Part 12 of Whiteboards, bloody chairs and lots of love
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Han Jisungs Guide To Befriending Seven Strangers On The Internet by sadquokka
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
15 Aug 2026
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𝟭𝟵𝟵-𝟬𝟬𝟴-𝟬𝟭𝟭: hey so actually wtf is this??
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟯-𝟬𝟮𝟬: i was hoping you'd tell me
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: I am suppppperrrrr boreddd in my lesson rn so id thought to have some fun!
𝟭𝟵𝟴-𝟬𝟭𝟬-𝟬𝟮𝟱: And fun means exactly what to you? Adding random numbers to a group chat and hope for the best?
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: yes you got it exactly
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟮𝟮: You are really idiotic.
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: thanks!
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟮𝟮: Not really a complement.
𝟭𝟵𝟳-𝟬𝟭𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟯: Have you ever heard of stranger danger? Like not talking to strangers online..??
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: course I have but I dont actually care
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟮𝟮: Like you don't care about your grammar?
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: you got it!
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟱: I think this is a fantastic idea. I'm honestly mad I never thought of it.
𝟮𝟬𝟬-𝟬𝟬𝟵-𝟬𝟭𝟰: glad im not only one
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Han jisung is bored as hell during his juvenile delinquent program so he decides to add a bunch of random numbers to a group chat to see what would happen. It may have lead to them solving crime.. who knows??
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In The Dark Corners of My Mind, I Am Less Than I Can Admit by aarchive_writer
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
03 Jul 2026
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!! All age regression in this fic is 100% non-sexual and there is absolutely no smut in this fic !!
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Maybe if he closed his eyes, it would all go away. Maybe if he hid in the dark corners of his mind, he wouldn't have to admit he is less than he is.
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The one where Jisung realizes he can't keep his headspace hidden forever.