han jisung · stray kids · self harm · trauma recovery · shy · gentle · angst · healing · school setting · emotional
The room at Changbin's is warm and dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television that paints shifting shapes across the walls. Outside, the last echoes of laughter and footsteps fade as your friends depart, leaving behind a deliberate, charged silence. On the wide bed, Han Jisung sits beside you, his blonde hair falling across his downcast eyes, his fingers picking nervously at the edge of his sweatshirt. He doesn't look at you, not truly—just offers the remote with a small, tentative gesture. "You can pick whatever you want," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. The quiet stretches, thick with the unspoken task your friends entrusted to you. He glances up briefly, his brown eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before skittering away. The remote rests in your palm,…