Credit to Gemini (google ai)
Title: The Eighth Floor Archive
The elevator in the old JYP building never went to the eighth floor. At least, not for most people. But for the eight members of Stray Kids, it was their sanctuary—a place where the rules of the world didn't quite apply.
Bang Chan sat at the central desk, his eyes glowing a soft amber as he "read" the air, feeling for the group's collective energy. As the leader and a powerful Empath, he could tell the moment Felix walked in, even before the door clicked. Felix didn’t walk so much as glide, his presence bringing a literal shimmer of light into the dim room—a side effect of his Solar abilities.
"Tough rehearsal?" Chan asked without looking up.
"Seungmin is practicing his Hydrokinesis again," Felix sighed, flopping onto a velvet sofa. "The practice room floor is now a shallow pond. Lee Know is currently trying to dry it with his mind, but mostly he’s just glaring at the water until it evaporates out of sheer fear."
Across the room, Han and Changbin were huddled over a glowing tablet. They weren't just producing music; they were weaving Sonic Charms into the beats. Every time Han hit a specific key, the shadows in the corner of the room danced in sync.
Suddenly, the air temperature dropped. Hyunjin appeared from a swirl of frost, looking slightly annoyed. "Has anyone seen Jeongin? He’s supposed to be practicing his Illusionwork, but he’s turned himself into a literal shadow and I keep nearly stepping on him."
Chan laughed, the amber glow in his eyes fading into a warm crinkle. In a world that saw them as just idols, the Eighth Floor was where they could be exactly who they were: eight kids who found each other when they had nowhere else to go.
