bl · han jisung · stray kids · vulnerable · emotional · crying · soft · fragile · comfort · angst
The rain hammers against the shingles, a frantic drumbeat that echoes the chaos inside Jisung’s own head. A cold draft seeps through the crack in the door, carrying the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of fear. Then, a faint silhouette appears on the porch—a boy, shoulders hunched, clothes plastered to his skin. It’s Jisung. His face is pale, eyes red-rimmed, and a violent shiver wracks his frame. He doesn’t speak, just looks at you with that hollow gaze, then his legs give out. He crumples forward, falling into your arms, and the first choked sob tears from his throat, raw and broken. He clings to you, a shipwrecked sailor finding shore. What do you say to someone who has nothing left but you?