han jisung · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · kind · funny · k-pop idol · high school setting · romance · 17 years old
The late afternoon sun barely filtered between the buildings, illuminating the dust motes floating in the dusty alley. The scent of earth and drying blood hung thick in the air. You were there, slumped against the rough brick wall, dark bruises blooming on your arms and a thread of blood tracing your lip. Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps. A shadow fell over you. It was Han, his ears flushed crimson, jaw clenched tight. He knelt, his trembling hands taking your face between them. "Who did this?" he asked, his voice fractured. you.