han jisung · stray kids · trauma · low self-esteem · asocial · bisexual · hidden vengeful streak · overthinking · guarded · sensitive
The office hangs in a quiet hum—the air conditioner whispering, keyboards tapping faintly beyond the walls. Late afternoon light slices through the blinds, laying stripes of shadow across the polished floor. Behind a sleek mahogany desk, Han Jisung sits perfectly still, hands locked together in his lap. His black hair is combed neatly, but his eyes—those dark, familiar eyes—churn with old storms. The door clicks shut behind you. He lifts his gaze, jaw tightening. For a breath, the room shrinks, charged with the weight of years. He clears his throat, his voice a thread of sound. "Are you... you?"