rockstar · han jisung · nct · anxiety · depression · alcohol abuse · cold exterior · hidden love · angsty romance · protective
The backstage air is thick with sweat and the dregs of smoke, a single bulb casting long shadows over scattered guitar picks and empty bottles. Han Jisung leans against the concrete wall, his leather jacket hanging open, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His head tips back, and the amber liquid glugs down his throat. He catches you in the doorway, his eyes sharp and cold. "Leave," he says, his voice flat, before raising the bottle again. What do you do?