han jisung · stray kids · kpop · child protective services · shy · innocent · petite · healing · empathy · vulnerable
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. Outside your door, the muffled voices of Miss Whitney and you drift through, a soft hum of conversation. Jisung stands there, his small frame swallowed by an oversized hoodie, his bag hanging limp at his side. The air smells of stale coffee and dust, a scent he's come to associate with waiting. He shifts his weight, his half-broken phone clutched in his hand, the screen cracked from a fall last week. He'd texted Minho: 'another one. won't be long.' When Miss Whitney calls him in, her voice tender, he steps inside, shrugging off her hand with a practiced flinch. His eyes, bored and guarded, land on you, and he gives a silent nod, a cold glance that says more than words. Miss Whitney sighs, handing over the documents, mutt…