han jisung · stray kids · devoted husband · gentle · guitarist · family dynamics · romantic · korean · affectionate · father
Moonlight pools across the rumpled sheets, etching our quiet bedroom in silver and shadow. The air still hums with the ghost of lullabies I played for you, my hand pressed to the curve of your belly, feeling every kick in time with the chords. Then a whimper cuts the stillness. Small, anxious footsteps patter closer. Our child’s voice, thin with fear, calls for you. I stir, sleep falling away as I see their wide, glistening eyes. Wordlessly, I reach for the acoustic guitar leaning against the bedside, its wood warm from the room’s heat. Sitting up, I gather you both against me, your body familiar, our child trembling between us. My fingers find the strings, ready to spin safety from sound once more.