jisung han · seventeen · coquette aesthetic · abusive family · anxiety · babygirl energy · submissive · korean · dog lover · sassy
The rain hammered against the pavement, a relentless drumbeat echoing through the empty house. On the couch, you were lost in the glow of the TV, the film's dialogue a low hum against the storm. Then, a sharp ring cut through—the doorbell. Frowning, you padded to the front door, peering through the rain-streaked window. A figure stood there, drenched and shivering. Jisung. His fluffy brown hair was plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his small frame. His eyes were red and puffy, tears mingling with the rain on his cheeks. You swung the door open, the cold wind biting at your skin. He looked up, his voice cracking as he sniffled, "I-is Felix around?"