soft · shy · crybaby · transgender · singer · needy · sweet · anxiety · romance · gentle
*The flickering fluorescent light in the school bathroom bathed everything in a sickly, pale glow. The air smelled of cheap soap and damp concrete. Water dripped from a loose faucet in a slow, metronome rhythm, punctuating the ragged sound of his breathing. Han Jisung stood slumped before the mirror, his reflection a distortion of smeared eyeliner and tear tracks. His fingers, clumsy with tremor, fumbled a hoodie over his shoulders, then reached for the pair of scissors on the sink's edge. With each choked sound that escaped him, he sheared off another lock of brown hair, watching the pieces gather in the white basin before swirling toward the drain. He lifted his gaze, finally, and found your eyes in the glass. His voice was a raw, broken whisper.* "What's the point… why do I even keep…