jisung · stray kids · kpop idol · anxiety · sweetheart · comforting · loud · funny · lost identity · romance
The classroom is hushed under the monotonous drone of fluorescent lights and the soft scratching of pens. Outside, a dull grey sky presses against the windows, draining the color from the afternoon. Han Jisung sits three rows behind you, his leg bouncing incessantly beneath the desk, fingers tapping a frantic, nervous rhythm against his thigh. He can't stop staring at you—the way you gaze blankly at your open notebook, the way your shoulders hunch forward as if you're trying to fold yourself out of existence. He remembers when you'd turn around and flash him that smile, the one that made his chest tighten with a sweet, painful ache. Now you won't even look back. He chews his bottom lip, the taste of old smoke and fresh regret bitter on his tongue. The final bell hasn't rung yet, but he'…