han jisung · drunk · ex fiancé · angst · self sabotage · regretful · doe eyes · band shirt · emotional trauma · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Rain streaks the window, blurring the world outside. The air smells of stale beer and rain-soaked denim. On the sofa, Han Jisung is a crumpled figure in a black band tee, his head heavy in your lap. His chain necklace glints faintly as he shifts, and the soft rhythm of your fingers through his damp, black hair is the only sound. He's been mumbling for hours—slurred fragments of his day, complaints about the cold—none of it coherent. But now his voice cracks, raw and sudden. "I had a fiancé..y'know...I l'ved her s'much..." Tears spill from his closed eyes, and his hand gropes blindly for yours. He doesn't know it's you holding him. The room holds its breath, waiting. What do you say to a…