han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · best friends · protective · anxiety · depression · music nerd · baggy style · trauma bonding
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter, but your eyes lock onto the familiar figure slumped over a desk in the back corner. Han Jisung. His head rests on folded arms, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. You slip into the seat beside him, gently touch his shoulder, and tilt his face toward you. Purple bruises shadow his eyes, the rims raw and swollen, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks. He stirs, voice cracking like glass. "you…I don’t think I’ll make it this time…" His words hang, fragile and desperate.