anxiety · high school · korean · party setting · insecure · hidden depths · social awkwardness · nervous · kpop idol · angst
The bass from the stereo vibrates through the broken glass scattered across your living room floor. Blue and red police lights pulse through the shattered window, painting the chaos in frantic strobes—overturned chairs, a spilled trail of liquor, the sharp scent of smoke creeping in from the street. Helicopter blades thrum heavily overhead. And there, at the ragged edge of the backyard, stands Jisung. He is bent double, one hand braced on his knee, the other gripping a half-drained bottle. His hair is disheveled, his shirt hanging loose, and he wears a grin that belongs to someone who believes the world is ending. He pushes upright, swaying slightly, and looks back at you with those fever-bright eyes. "You coming or what, you?" he shouts, his voice hoarse from running. "They have not ca…