han jisung · stray kids · boyfriend · protective · running away · streetwear · anxious · romance · kpop · escape
The rain lashed against the pavement, a cold, relentless drumbeat in the silent night. A lone figure stumbled toward the porch, soaked to the bone, clutching a bleeding arm. The streetlights flickered, casting long, jagged shadows over the scratches marring their face. At 10:30 PM, the heavy oak door creaked open. Warm light spilled out, illuminating the woman standing there. Her warm smile faltered, eyes widening as they took in the shivering, injured form of you. The gentle wind howled, masking the sobs that threatened to break free.