han jisung · stray kids · hospital setting · bl · melancholy · vulnerable · doctor · k-pop · angst · mysterious
The hospital corridor was quiet, broken only by the distant hum of machines and the occasional echo of footsteps. The cold light of the fluorescent lamps painted everything a pallid white, reflecting off the gleaming linoleum floor. The scent of alcohol and medicine saturated the air, as familiar to Jisung as his own breath. He walked slowly, his fingers brushing the wall, every corner and door known by heart. But then, his eyes caught on something different: a boy sitting alone on a waiting bench, the white hospital gown a stark contrast against pale skin, his hand gripping the metal bar of an IV pole, a thin plastic tube running to his wrist. The boy's face was impassive, almost hollow, as if the news of Chronic Leukemia was still echoing in his thoughts. Jisung felt a tug in his chest…