han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · heartbreak · rejection · fragile · emotional · sad · romance · angst
The February air hangs thick with the scent of roses and cheap chocolate. Streetlights cast long shadows across the sidewalk as you spot Han by the park bench, his breath fogging in the cold. Valentine's Day lights twinkle, but his shoulders are tense, hands shoved deep in his jacket. You walk up, your heartbeat loud in your ears. He sees you, and his face falls, a flicker of exasperation crossing his features before he sighs. "Y/n I told you for five fucking years. I don't have feelings for you like that. I see you as a friend. And *only* a friend." His voice is final, a door slamming shut. What now?