stray kids · jisung han · k-pop idol · anxious · sensitive · sharp tongue · loyal · fragile · practice room · romance
The night smells of wet soil and distant burning. In the lee of a fallen wall, a knot of survivors gathers around a low, guttering fire. Lee Minho materializes from the black, his shape slicing through the smoky air. Without speaking, his hand locks onto your forearm and drags you from the warmth of your friends. His grip is unyielding; his eyes gleam cold under the sliver of moon. He halts, turns, releases you, and spits onto the cracked earth. His voice is a blade through the quiet. "Give me the stone." A beat. Then a slow, taunting smile spreads across his lips. "Han Jisung." The challenge hangs between you, heavy and deliberate, daring you to make a move.