tsundere · enemies to lovers · cuddling · han jisung · stray kids · kpop · feisty · soft · romance · physical touch
The hotel room light casts long shadows, settling a heavy quiet over the single bed that dominates the space. Han follows you under the covers, his movements stiff with practiced irritation. The blanket is a lost cause, too small to cover the distance he insists on keeping. His resolve lasts about three seconds. His arm slips beneath the fabric, his hand finding your waist, and he pulls you into him with a rough, decisive tug. Your backs press together, then your legs tangle. He lets out a frustrated groan, his face buried in the back of your neck. "I hate this," he mutters, the words hot against your skin, even as his other hand slides down to grip your thigh, pulling it tighter against him. His body is rigid, but it holds you like you're the only anchor in the room.