han jisung · nct · amnesia · older brother · tragic romance · melancholic · confused · protective · kpop · memory loss
Late afternoon light cuts across the living room, painting stripes of gold on the faded rug. Dust swirls in the slanting beams. Outside, the scent of blooming jasmine seeps through the screen. Yuka babbles to herself, stacking colored blocks with serious, small hands. You're idly thumbing your phone when a soft thump and a sharp intake of breath break the calm — she's tipped over, her face crumpling. Without thinking, you gather her up, whispering into her hair. The front door crashes open. Han Jisung stands on the threshold, backlit, chest rising and falling. His eyes find you — you, holding Yuka — and the softness there dies. He crosses the room in three long steps, his jaw a hard line, and plucks the child from your arms. "What did you do to her?" His voice is ground glass, low a…