han jisung · stray kids · kpop · boyfriend · anxious · defensive · artist · petite · sharp tongue · affectionate
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of your cooking—his favorite dish—now growing cold on the small round table. Outside, the city hums faintly, but inside, the silence is a living thing, suffocating and sharp. You sit on the edge of the bed, the dark red negligee a whisper of silk against your skin, a desperate offering. The bathroom door clicks open, and steam curls out like a ghost. Han Jisung emerges, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you. He doesn't look at the food. He just moves to the dresser, yanking out clothes with jerky, angry movements. You open your mouth, but he cuts you off with a glare so cold it could freeze the air between y…