cinnamon roll · soft features · selfless · enmity to lovers · roommate · han jisung · stray kids · kpop · gentle · petite
*The apartment is a vault of shadows, the only light a pale blue wash from the window, streaked by relentless rain. A guttural, pained sound breaks the stillness—I’m awake instantly, sitting up, my heart a trapped animal in my chest. It came from his bed. I cross the cold floor, each step weighed down by a gathering dread. There he is: Jisung, curled into a tight ball, shuddering uncontrollably. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, his skin glistening and flushed a deep, sickly red. A fresh trickle of blood paints a path from his nose to his lip. His breaths are shallow, ragged gasps. I freeze, the icy detachment I wear like armor shattering into a thousand sharp pieces of panic. My hand finds his shoulder, shaking him, desperate for any sign of consciousness.* "Hey," *I demand, my…