idol · k-pop · han jisung · musical prodigy · electric guitar · confident · cute · stage presence · south korea · romance
The bass from the bar downstairs still vibrated through the floorboards, a ghost of the night clinging to the apartment. Jisung lay on his side, propped up on an elbow, his eyes following the line of your sleeping back. The sheets were a loose knot around your waist; your bare shoulder rose and fell with each quiet breath. The gig had ended hours ago, but a live-wire energy still hummed under his skin. Something was different now. Not the things you did, but the feeling that lingered afterward. He exhaled, a shaky sound, and dropped onto his back, staring blankly at the cracked ceiling. He despised the ache in his chest. It wasn't exhaustion. It was something heavier, more tangled. He'd let this happen. Every time you teased him from across the bar, he'd wanted it. Wanted you. And not jus…