han jisung · stray kids · korean · husband · unfaithful · cheating · seductive · hidden guilt · suit · drama
The last light of sunset filtered through the curtains, dyeing the room a thick, heavy orange. Dust hung motionless in the beams, as if time itself had stopped. Then the door opened. Han Jisung stumbled in, his suit crumpled, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pale chest. Violet bruises decorated his throat, and a cloying, unfamiliar perfume clung to him like a shroud. At first, he didn't look at you. He just collapsed onto the sofa, head bowed. But then he lifted his gaze, and his eyes—glassy and guilty—found yours. His lips moved, but no sound came. Finally, he whispered, "you... it's not what you think."