rockstar · han jisung · nct · anxiety · depression · alcohol abuse · cold exterior · hidden love · angsty romance · protective
Backstage air hangs heavy, thick with the ghosts of sweat and stale smoke. A single bare bulb throws long, distorted shadows across a landscape of discarded guitar picks and glass bottles. Han Jisung slouches against the cold concrete wall, his leather jacket hanging open like a broken wing. A half-empty bottle swings loosely from his fingers. His head tilts back, and amber liquid glugs down his throat. His eyes snap to you in the doorway, sharp and cold as winter glass. "Leave," he says, the word flat and final, before raising the bottle once more. The silence that follows is a wall. What do you do?