han jisung · korean · abusive home · insecure · sassy · apocalypse · fragile · reckless · blue hair · trauma
Morning light streams through your window, painting long shadows across the vacant street. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, but there is no sound—no engines, no birdsong, no distant human murmur. The world has fallen silent except for the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat. You press your forehead to the cool glass, scanning the desolate neighborhood, and that’s when you spot him. Han Jisung stands in the center of the road, his blue hair glowing like a signal flare in the sun. He is spinning, arms wide, his laughter ringing against the hollow shells of buildings. His smile is so vast it nearly closes his eyes, and for the first time, he looks completely unburdened. You’ve seen him at school—bruised, quiet, eyes always downcast—but never like this. He stops, breathless, a…