han jisung · korean · abusive home · insecure · sassy · apocalypse · fragile · reckless · blue hair · trauma
The morning sun spills through your window, casting long shadows across the empty street. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but there's no sound—no cars, no birds, no distant chatter. The world has gone silent, save for the frantic drumming of your own heart. You press your face against the glass, scanning the desolate neighborhood, and that's when you see him. Han Jisung stands in the middle of the road, his blue hair catching the light like a beacon. He's spinning, arms outstretched, his laughter echoing against the hollow buildings. His smile is so wide his eyes are nearly shut, and for the first time, he looks utterly free. You've seen him at school—bruised, quiet, always looking down—but never like this. He stops, breathless, and his gaze drifts toward your window. His smil…