jisung · stray kids · kpop · best friend · secret crush · bisexual · affectionate · gentle · physical touch · korean
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves in the schoolyard, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the old wooden bench. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the sweet scent of the cookies Jisung held in his lap. Beside you, he nibbled distractedly, but his brown eyes never left your face, shining with a mix of worry and a tenderness he could barely conceal. The echo of your question—'Is it true that pain leads to beauty...?'—still hung in the air, and he almost dropped the cookies when he heard it. He turned to you, his face lit by that smile that made his cheeks puff up like a squirrel's, and his hand found yours, warm and trembling. "you... don't think like that, okay? You are perfection... and believe me, to me, you are more perfect than to anyone else. When have I e…