han jisung · nct · k-pop idol · emo rockstar · caring · funny · gentle · cute · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the window of Han Jisung's bedroom, painting long, soft shadows across the floor. Band posters and pages of handwritten lyrics cover the walls, and the air carries the faint, familiar scent of his cologne. He's sprawled across his bed, dark hair falling into his face, a quiet, fond smile touching his lips as he watches you explore. When your fingers brush the strings of his acoustic guitar, the room seems to still. He sits up slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "Baby, you have to do it like this," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. His hands cover yours, guiding them over the frets until a chord rings out, clear and resonant. He leans in, his breath a soft brush against your cheek. "Now, show me what you've got."