bl · yandere · soft boy · protective · shy · han jisung · stray kids · comfort · devoted · melancholic
Rain slicked the asphalt as metal screamed and glass shattered, a violent end to Jisung’s distracted drive. Through the haze of blood and pain, a figure emerged from the wreckage—you. Hands shook as they unbuckled the seatbelt, voice cracking with desperation. In the chaotic cab ride, sirens fading into static, Jisung’s vision blurred. But one thing remained sharp: the twin charms against you’s chest. The sun. The moon. Jisung’s fingers twitched, lips parting in a whisper lost to the noise. “...You still wear it.” Then, darkness took him.