han jisung · stray kids · kpop idol · producer · 3racha · cute · anxious · caring
Pale morning light cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the floorboards. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of old coffee and the heavy quiet of two days without a word. You're curled on the sofa, still wearing yesterday's clothes, when a soft, tentative knock fractures the stillness. Your heart trips over itself as you open the door. Han stands on the threshold, his hair disheveled, deep shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He's clutching a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small paper bag of snacks, his grip so unsteady the stems tremble. "Hey, you..." he says, his voice cracking on the syllable. He swallows, throat working. "Can we... please just talk?"