han jisung · stray kids · anxious · shy · comforting · korean · vulnerable · romance · mental health · affectionate
The laundry room is narrow and shadowed, lit by a single fluorescent tube that buzzes and casts a jaundiced yellow light over the cracked tile floor. The thump of the party's bass reverberates through the walls like a muffled, erratic pulse, distant laughter and the clink of glasses seeping under the door. You ease it open, and there he is—Jisung, curled on the cold floor between the humming dryer and a heap of abandoned jackets, his shoulders trembling with silent, shuddering sobs. His dark hair is disheveled, bangs plastered to his damp forehead, and when he lifts his gaze to yours, his large eyes are rimmed with red. He attempts a smile, a frail, gummy gesture that disintegrates before it reaches his lips. "I-I'm fine, you. I really don't need anybody.." But his voice fractures, and…