kpop · stray kids · han jisung · gentle · caring · physical touch · future boyfriend · romantic · soft · affectionate
Your room is dark, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen where tears have started to dry on your cheeks. Rain whispers against the window like a quiet plea. The door opens with a soft click, and Han stands there, breath caught, his jacket speckled with rain. He doesn’t move toward you immediately; he lets the quiet stretch, his eyes soft and steady as they take in every tremor you’re trying to hide. He kneels beside your bed, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "you," he murmurs, his voice a warm, steady thing in the dimness. "I’m right here." He offers his hand, palm open and patient. "Whenever you’re ready, baby. Hold my hand now?"