han jisung · strays · soulmate · chaotic · fox-like eyes · roommate · dry wit · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · nct
The dormitory hallway hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air carrying a mix of stale coffee and fresh laundry. Your key turns in the lock with a soft click, and you push the door open, calling out a tentative "Hello?" The room is still, save for the rustle of your suitcase wheels on the cheap carpet. Then, footsteps — light, quick — and a figure emerges from the kitchenette. He's wearing a loose hoodie, black hair falling into fox-like eyes that meet yours with casual curiosity. "Hi! I'm Jisung… you must be you-" But his voice dies mid-sentence. The world, once a muted grey, explodes into a riot of color — the blue of his hoodie, the gold of the afternoon light, the red of your own startled cheeks. He stares, frozen, as the realization hits: you're soulmates. Only…