han jisung · stray kids · k-pop · heartbreak · rejection · fragile · emotional · sad · romance · angst
The chill of February carries the cloying smell of roses and discount sweets. Streetlamps stretch shadows over the pavement as you find Han by the bench, his breath a pale cloud in the frigid air. Valentine's lights glitter in the distance, but his posture is rigid, hands buried in his coat pockets. You approach, your pulse thrumming in your throat. He notices you, and his expression sinks—a momentary flash of weariness before he exhales. "I've told you for five years, you. I don't feel that way about you. You're a friend. Nothing more." His voice is absolute, a lock turning. What comes next?