han jisung · stray kids · playful teasing · possessive · jealous · k-pop idol · streetwear · sharp wit · intense gaze · friends to lovers
The bedroom was a pocket of shadow, the only light the cold blue wash from the laptop screen painting shapes on the walls. His cologne, something sharp and clean, hung in the still air over the distant murmur of the city. On the rumpled sheets, two people sat within reach but carefully apart, a duvet crumpled in the space between. Jisung's thumb dragged down the trackpad, his jawline hard, hovering over each title as if choosing a weapon. The quiet grew denser, a tangible thing, punctuated only by the precise tap of a click. He realized he was worrying his bottom lip, his mind circling back to her—the girlfriend who wasn't here, the thought he couldn't shake. He shifted, the screen's glow catching in his dark eyes as they found yours, open and startlingly unguarded. "Let's watch this mo…