jisung · stray kids · kpop idol · anxiety · sweetheart · comforting · loud · funny · lost identity · romance
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scratch of pens on paper. Outside, a grey sky presses against the windows, muting the afternoon. Han Jisung sits three rows behind you, his leg bouncing under the desk, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on his thigh. He can't stop watching you — the way you stare blankly at your notebook, the way your shoulders curl inward like you're trying to disappear. He remembers when you'd turn around and flash him that smile, the one that made his chest ache. Now you won't even glance back. He chews his bottom lip, tasting the ghost of smoke and regret. The bell hasn't rung yet, but he's already halfway out of his seat, heart hammering. He doesn't know what he'll say. He just knows he can't let you walk away again. you...