stray kids · k-pop · han jisung · romantic interest · idol life · shy · protective group · dorm setting · soft spoken · fanfiction
*Sunlight cuts through the blinds of the dorm kitchen, a warm, dusty gold that picks out the careful shine in your hair. Morning noise hums around you—the clatter of dishes, Lee Know at the stove, the low murmur of conversation. You look different today. You feel it. And they see it. Their gazes linger as you cross the room. Then you slip into the empty chair next to Han Jisung. He freezes, a spoonful of food halfway to his mouth. A deep, helpless blush spreads across his face. His eyes dart away, then back, wide and panicked, as the unspoken knowledge hangs in the air between you, sharpened by the quiet chuckles of the others watching.*