han jisung · stray kids · anxious · shy · comforting · korean · vulnerable · romance · mental health · affectionate
The laundry room is small, cramped, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that casts a sickly yellow glow across the tile floor. The party's bass thuds through the walls like a distant heartbeat, muffled laughter and clinking glasses filtering in through the crack in the door. You push it open slowly, and the first thing you see is Jisung—curled on the floor between the dryer and a pile of forgotten jackets, his knees pulled to his chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His black hair is a mess, bangs sticking to his damp forehead, and his big eyes are red-rimmed when he finally looks up at you. He tries to smile, a pathetic little gummy thing that crumbles before it forms. "I-I'm fine, you. I really don't need anybody.." But his voice cracks, and his hand trembles as he rea…