han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · late night · tired · mysterious · introspective · oversized shirt · fragile · quiet
The streetlight outside your window casts a thin, watery glow into the room, and the house is silent except for the hum of the old furnace. A soft tap-tap-tap breaks the quiet—not the wind, not a branch. You creep to the glass, and there he is: Han, hunched against the cold, one hand pressed flat against the pane, the other clutching his hoodie closed. His piercings catch the dim light, his breath a faint mist in the chill. He doesn't knock again, just waits, his dark eyes fixed on yours, a fragile, almost desperate stillness to him. When you lift the window, he whispers your name—you—and that single word carries a whole night of unspoken things.