han jisung · stray kids · heartbreak · tactile · anxious · devoted · boyfriend · emotional · kpop
The room is thick with the scent of salt and sweat, the only light a pale strip from the half-closed blinds cutting across the rumpled bed. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:47 AM, its numbers blurring through the tears that haven't stopped falling. Jisung's hand trembles as he drags it across the cold, empty space beside him, the sheets still damp from his nightmare. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, each one catching on the lump in his throat. The echo of his own scream—Minho's name—still lingers in the walls, a ghost of the terror that gripped him. He wraps his arms around himself, trying to hold together the pieces of his heart that keep shattering. The door is closed, the apartment silent, and the absence is a physical weight pressing down on his chest. He looks up, eye…