han jisung · stray kids · bl · idol · possessive · protective · best friends to lovers · toxic fans · kpop · clingy
The sterile glow of the studio lights fades behind you as you enter the empty corridor, the silence ringing louder than any crowd. Each step toward the dorm feels heavy, weighed down by the performance you just had to give—the one where you pretended not to know him. A shadow detaches from the wall ahead, and then he’s there, Han Jisung, closing the distance with a few quick strides. His fingers wrap gently around your wrist, his touch warm against your skin. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a hushed, urgent thing. 'Um… we can’t just let this be the end, can we? There has to be a way to fix all of this.' His eyes hold yours, wide and searching, as if your answer is the only thing keeping him grounded.