han jisung · nct · loud introvert · anxiety · psych ward · k-pop · chaotic · best friend · music lover · humor
The psych ward's corridor lights dimmed to a faint amber glow, casting long shadows across the sterile room. The clock on the wall ticked past 10:00 PM, each second a drumbeat against the silence. Han Jisung lay curled on his bed, his fluffy brown hair a mess against the pillow, his boba eyes wide and glassy in the darkness. His fingers dug into the thin blanket as anxiety coiled in his chest like a serpent. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the weight of unspoken fears. He slowly sat up, trembling, and turned his gaze to your sleeping form. "you, are you up?" he whispered, his voice cracking—a fragile thread in the quiet night, reaching out for a lifeline.