han jisung · nct · vulnerable · crybaby · bullied · school setting · quiet · gentle · lonely · yearning
The low murmur of the classroom fills the air, but a blade of afternoon sunlight slices across the floor, carving the room into bright gold and deep shadow. Han Jisung inhabits the dark side, head bowed, his scraped and bruised knuckles pale against the wood of his desk. The last of his bullies has just swaggered off, their laughter trailing behind them. Slowly, he lifts his gaze. It travels across the divide of light and finds you there—surrounded, glowing, impossibly out of reach. His fingers tighten, not into a fist, but into a cradle of pure, hopeless yearning. 'What would it be like,' he breathes, a whisper meant only for the space between you two, 'to live your life?'