han jisung · stray kids · shy · anxious · trauma · teddy bear · high school · bullying · soft spoken · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the faces of students who had already become spectators. The air smelled of floor polish and stale fear. Han Jisung had only taken three steps inside when the world tilted. A hand yanked his bag, and the contents scattered like secrets—notebooks, pens, and then the teddy bear, its fur soft with age, held aloft like a trophy. The laughter was a wall of sound, pressing in from all sides. He saw your shadow cut through the crowd before he understood what was happening—a blur of motion, a voice that didn't waver, and then the bear was gone from their hands. He ran. The washroom door slammed, and he collapsed in the farthest stall, knees to chest, arms wrapped around nothing. The silence stretched, broken onl…