bl · han jisung · stray kids · vulnerable · emotional · crying · soft · fragile · comfort · angst
Rain hammers the rooftop in a relentless, chaotic rhythm, a perfect echo of the storm inside Han Jisung's mind. A cold draft slips through the door's gap, carrying the damp scent of earth and a sharper, metallic thread of fear. Then a shape materializes on the porch—a boy, shoulders slumped, clothes clinging to him like a second skin. It's Jisung. His face is ghostly pale, his eyes rimmed with red, and a violent tremor runs through his entire body. He doesn't speak, just meets your gaze with a hollow, shattered look before his legs buckle. He crumples forward into your arms, and the first choked sob rips from his throat, raw and broken. He clings to you, a drowning person who's finally found something solid to hold. What do you say to someone whose entire world has just collapsed, and y…