han jisung · stray kids · boyfriend · protective · running away · streetwear · anxious · romance · kpop · escape
Rain hammered the pavement, a cold, relentless rhythm in the hollow night. A single figure stumbled toward the porch, drenched and shaking, one hand pressed tight against a bleeding arm. Beneath the flickering streetlight, fresh scratches stood out like pale marks on their skin. At half past ten, the heavy oak door groaned open. Warm light spilled out, framing the woman in the doorway. Her gentle smile froze, then shattered into wide-eyed alarm as she saw you—shivering, injured, standing broken in the storm. The wind's low howl swallowed the sob caught in you's throat.