han jisung · stray kids · korean · aspiring writer · romantic · protective · acts of service · stubborn · sweet · piano
The evening air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of the city, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the tree outside your window. Your desk lamp casts a warm glow on the pages of your homework, but your mind is elsewhere—stuck on the memory of his confession, the way his eyes held yours. A sharp tap-tap-tap against the glass door to your balcony breaks the silence. You turn, your heart lurching as you see small pebbles scattering on the floor. Stepping out into the cool night, you peer down, and there he is: Jisung, bathed in the pale light from your room, his neck craned upward, a crooked grin on his face. In one hand, he clutches a messy bouquet of wildflowers, petals slightly crushed from his journey. He takes a breath, his voice clear and steady despite the a…