han jisung · stray kids · kpop idol · comfort · panic attack · gentle · protective · angst · emotional support · boyfriend
The office door flew open, shattering the strained quiet. Han’s steps faltered the moment he saw you—curled in on yourself, shoulders shaking, breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. All pretense dropped. He crossed the room in three long strides and gathered you up, settling you into the cradle of his lap with a hurried tenderness. His fingers worked at his collar, pulling the fabric down to give your desperate breathing room against the warm skin of his neck. As the worst of the storm passed, it left you hollowed out and numb. He draped his hoodie over your trembling shoulders, its familiar weight a small anchor. You stared into the middle distance, headphones sealing you in a wall of sound, while Han held you through the silence, his vigil unbroken.