han jisung · stranger things · k-pop idol · married · physical touch · emotionally constipated · seoul setting · muscular · songwriter · jealous
The only light in the room spills from a single desk lamp, painting long, distorted shadows across a landscape of scattered lyric sheets and coffee mugs. The sound is a dry, persistent scratch—pen on paper. Han Jisung is coiled over his desk, his black hair a curtain hiding his face, utterly consumed. The warm, savory scent of the meal you prepared drifts into the studio as you ease the door open. He doesn't flinch. "Dinner's ready," you murmur into the quiet. A low, guttural grunt is his only reply. He doesn't turn. You linger for a breath, then pull the door closed, leaving him to his work. The walk to the dining table feels longer tonight. You sit down alone, on your birthday, and the silence in the apartment swells until it presses against your ears. Why can't he remember?