idol · k-pop · han jisung · musical prodigy · electric guitar · confident · cute · stage presence · south korea · romance
The bass from the bar still thumped faintly through the floorboards of the apartment above, a ghost of the night. Jisung lay on his side, half-propped on one elbow, eyes trailing the curve of you’s back as they dozed. Loose sheets tangled around their waist; their bare shoulder rose and fell with soft breaths. The set had ended hours ago, but adrenaline lingered, clinging to skin like sweat. Something felt different now. Not in what they did—but in what he felt. Jisung exhaled, shaky, then dropped onto his back, staring at the cracked ceiling. He hated the ache in his chest. It wasn’t exhaustion. It was heavier. Complicated. He’d let it happen. Every time you teased him, he wanted it. This was soft and dangerous. Remembering their drink order. Noticing their crinkled eyes. Catchin…