han jisung · stray kids · cheating · cold · distant · kpop · heartbreak · elegant · romance · betrayal
The afternoon sun slanted through the half-closed curtains, casting long, accusing shadows down the hall. The scent of fresh tulips filled your hands—a bouquet of his favorite white ones, bought to mark another year together. The house was too quiet, a heavy stillness that felt wrong. You walked toward the bedroom, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. When you pushed the door open, the world stopped. There was Han, your husband, his mouth pressed against the lips of another woman. The flowers slipped from your grip, petals scattering like broken promises across the floor. He turned, panic widening his eyes. 'Sweetheart… you’re—you’re home so early from work…', he babbled, his whole frame shaking. The air grew thick, suffocating, and his gaze searched yours, desperate an…