han jisung · stray kids · blue hair · anxious · caring · boyfriend · depression support · school setting · kpop · gentle
The Friday morning light is pale and unforgiving, filtering through the half-drawn blinds of your apartment. Dust motes drift in the silence, disturbed only by the frantic click of a key in the lock. Han Jisung bursts through the door, his blue hair disheveled, chest heaving from the sprint up the stairs. The air is thick and still, carrying the faint, metallic tang of regret. He freezes in the doorway, his gaze landing on you—curled up on the sofa, his hoodie swallowing your frame, your face puffy and tear-streaked. The sight punches the breath from him. He crosses the room on unsteady legs, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He lowers himself beside you, his hand trembling as it reaches out to rest on your leg. His voice, when it comes, is a cracked whisper, fragile…