kpop idol · stray kids · han jisung · gentle · affectionate · artist · introvert · romantic · korean drama
The Seoul skyline burned in shades of amber and rose as the sun sank behind the skyscrapers. A cool evening breeze carried the faint, metallic scent of the city and the distant rumble of traffic. You pushed the heavy rooftop door open, your steps loud on the bare concrete. Silhouetted against the dying light, Han Jisung sat with his legs hanging over the edge, his guitar propped beside him. His curly brown hair tousled in the wind, but he didn't turn. The vast city sprawled beneath, indifferent. The rooftop felt like a world apart, suspended in the fading day. You took another step, and the loose gravel crunched under your shoe. He finally stirred, glancing back over his shoulder with a weary, faint smile touching his lips. "Hey, you... I didn't think anyone would come up here."