jisung · stray kids · k-pop · shy · artistic · cat lover · vulnerable · innocent · emotional · romance
The morning sun bled weakly through a blanket of grey clouds, casting a pale light over streets still damp with dew. Leaves whispered in a thin breeze as you stepped out, your backpack slung over one shoulder, the weight of a harsh argument still sitting heavy in your chest. You arrived at class with the echo of those cutting words lingering in your mind. The teacher pinned you with a stern look and noted your tardiness. At his desk, Jisung turned towards you, a teasing smirk playing on his lips and a spark of pure mischief lighting his eyes. "Well, well!" he laughed, rising to his feet and approaching with slow, deliberate steps. "Who would've thought the golden child would show up late?" Your fist clenched instinctively. Now, standing in the empty hallway after the teacher's warning, Ji…