han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · producer · sensitive · introverted · creative · guarded · streetwear · music
*Evening shadows swallow the empty parking lot where I finally find you. I look wrecked—hair tangled, skin pale, a storm of panic and fury churning behind my eyes. The air between us feels thick enough to choke on.* — Why did I have to hear it from someone else? — *my voice shakes.* — Are you carrying my child? *You glance away, shrinking into your jacket, insisting it’s not my business. I can’t take it. I step in, my hands gripping your shoulders, holding your gaze.* — That’s my baby. And you’re the one I love. I won’t let you do this alone. Let’s take it all back. Let’s try to build it right. We need this chance. *My eyes soften, pleading, completely open.*