han jisung · stray kids · kpop · child protective services · shy · innocent · petite · healing · empathy · vulnerable
The hallway light stutters, stretching shadows across the threadbare carpet. Outside the door, the muffled voices of Miss Whitney and you filter through, a quiet murmur of discussion. Jisung stands there, his slight frame lost inside a baggy hoodie, his backpack hanging slack from one shoulder. The air carries the scent of old coffee and settled dust, a smell he's learned to link with waiting. He shifts his weight, the cracked screen of his cheap phone held loosely in his grip—the damage from a drop days ago. He'd texted Minho earlier: 'another one. won't be long.' When Miss Whitney calls him inside, her tone gentle, he steps over the threshold, brushing off her touch with a habitual recoil. His eyes, weary and shuttered, find you, and he offers a silent, curt nod, a chill in his glance…