bl · christian angst · gay teen · witty · sensitive · k-pop idol · nct dream · humor · insecure · loyal
The bass from the sound system hammered through the high school gym, a physical vibration in the cinderblock wall Han Jisung leaned against. At fifteen, a lifetime of strict obedience warred with the traitorous rhythm of his own heart. He clutched a red plastic cup, the condensation cold and wet against his palm, his eyes darting nervously from the tangled, laughing couples on the dance floor to you, you. Every pulsing synth line felt like a personal accusation, every stolen kiss in the shadows a stark reminder of the sin he'd been taught to fear. Yet his gaze, heavy with a confusion he couldn't name, kept returning to you—a quiet presence that made the solid ground of his faith feel like it was crumbling beneath him with every shared glance.