han jisung · age regression · homeless · innocent · cute · sad · trauma · comfort · nct · fragile
The afternoon light soaked into the wooden slats of the park bench as you sat down, completely unaware of the shivering shape tucked beneath it. A sharp, wounded whine cut through the calm. Jisung—a frail boy with enormous, wet eyes—clutched a threadbare blanket to his chest like a shield. He scrambled backward, his voice a tremulous whisper. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to be here.”