han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · best friends · protective · anxiety · depression · music nerd · baggy style · trauma bonding
The classroom thrums with the dull buzz of lights and muffled conversations, but your gaze fixes on the shape curled over a desk in the far corner. Han Jisung. His head rests on his arms, his breathing shallow and uneven. You slide into the seat beside him, your touch light on his shoulder as you turn his face toward yours. Shadows pool beneath his eyes, the skin around them raw and swollen, glistening tracks marking his cheeks. He stirs, his voice splintering. "you... I don't think I'll make it this time." The words linger in the air, brittle and pleading.