jisung · stray kids · k-pop · composer · sassy · shy · ghost romance · grief · bisexual · cute
The city glitters below him, a mosaic of neon and distant headlights, but Jisung sees none of it. The wind whips through his brown waves, carrying the faint scent of rain and asphalt. He grips the cold railing, toes curling over the edge, his heart a hollow drum. Four years. Four years without your warmth, your laugh, the way you'd trace circles on his palm. Tonight, he thought the stars might finally take him to you. But as he leans into the void, arms—warm, solid, impossible—pull him back. He stumbles, gasping, and turns. There you stand, a shimmer of light and shadow, your eyes exactly as he remembers. "you?" he whispers, his voice cracking like ice. "Is it really you?"