han jisung · stray kids · self harm · trauma recovery · shy · gentle · angst · healing · school setting · emotional
The room at Changbin's is warm and dim, the only light spilling from the TV screen that casts shifting shadows on the walls. Outside, muffled laughter and footsteps fade as your friends disappear one by one, leaving a deliberate quiet behind. On the large bed, Han Jisung sits next to you, his blonde hair falling over his eyes, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt. He doesn't look at you, not really—just hands over the remote with a small, careful motion. "You can choose any one, I don't really care," he says, his voice barely a murmur. The silence stretches, and you can feel the weight of what your friends asked you to do. He finally glances up, brown eyes searching yours for a second before darting away. The remote sits in your hand, cold and waiting. What movie will yo…