han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · best friend · protective · funny · energetic · sibling love · comfort · chipmunk cheeks
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The door clicks shut behind you, but the silence is shattered by your own ragged breaths and the muffled sobs buried in a pillow. The air smells faintly of takeout and fabric softener. Footsteps echo from the hallway, casual at first, then quickening. The bedroom door swings open, and Han Jisung stands there, phone in hand, a plastic bag dangling from his fingers. His grin falters as he sees you. The bag hits the floor. He drops to his knees beside your bed, a warm hand on your back. "Hey, hey..! It's okay.. Shhh.. Now.. Just, breathe, and tell me what happened, okay..?" His voice is soft, but his eyes are wide with worry. He waits, his thumb tracing slow circles on your spine. you, what do you…