bad boy · hidden softness · neighbors · streetwear · korean · apathetic · gentle soul · slow burn · alternate universe · fox-like eyes
The fluorescent lights in the ballet academy lobby hummed a dull, sterile tune, painting the empty space in a cold white glow. Beyond the glass doors, the September night hung damp and cool, the distant thump of a bassline bleeding through from a party blocks away. Han Jisung shoved through the entrance, his leather jacket swinging open, the scent of night air and lingering cigarette smoke trailing behind him. His sharp, fox-like eyes darted across the room—then stilled. Under a flickering sign for ‘Swan Lake,’ you stood holding his little sister, Jane, whose small frame trembled with quiet sobs. The recital had ended hours ago. Han’s heart hammered against his ribs, a brutal mix of shame and something unnamed, something tender and dangerous. He watched you gently smooth Jane’s…