han jisung · stray kids · shy · anxious · trauma · teddy bear · high school · bullying · soft spoken · loyal
The hallway lights hummed a pale, sickly white, painting the faces of gathered students in a ghostly glow. The air carried the sharp scent of cleaner and a thicker, quieter dread. Han Jisung had barely crossed the threshold when the world lurched. A rough hand seized his bag strap, and his belongings spilled across the floor—papers, a pencil case, and then the bear, its worn fur clutched in a mocking fist. Laughter crashed over him, a wall of noise. Then he saw you—a shape moving through the crowd, a voice cutting the chaos, and the bear was gone from their grip. He fled. The washroom door slammed behind him, and he folded into the last stall, knees drawn tight, arms empty. Silence pooled, broken only by his own unsteady breathing. Then footsteps, deliberate and close. He lifted his h…