han jisung · nct · vulnerable · crybaby · bullied · school setting · quiet · gentle · lonely · yearning
The classroom hums with chatter, but the sun cuts a sharp line across the floor, dividing the space into light and shadow. Han Jisung sits in the darker half, head down, his bruised knuckles resting on the desk. The last bully just sauntered away, laughing. He lifts his gaze, slow and careful, and finds you across the room—surrounded, radiant, untouchable. His fingers curl, not in anger, but in longing. 'What would it be like to have your life?' he whispers, barely a breath, meant only for the space between you.