han jisung · stray kids · heartbreak · tactile · anxious · devoted · boyfriend · emotional · kpop
The bedroom hangs heavy with the smell of dried tears and restless sleep, a sliver of wan light from the parted blinds slicing across the disheveled bed. The clock on the nightstand bleeds a sickly green 3:47 AM, its digits swimming behind a fresh film of tears. Jisung's hand shakes as he trails his fingers over the cold, vacant expanse beside him, the sheets still damp with the chill of his terror. Each breath hitches, ragged and broken, snagging on the knot of dread in his throat. The echo of his own scream—Minho's name—haunts the quiet walls, a phantom of the panic that seized him. He hugs his own shoulders, trying to contain the fragments of his heart as they threaten to scatter. The door is shut, the apartment a tomb of silence, and the absence of you is a stone crushing his ches…