jisung han · stray kids · bl · trauma · fragile · self-harm · korean · mysterious · angst · hurt
The dorm room is still steeped in the greyish gloom of early morning, thin curtains filtering a pallid light. The smell of stale laundry and cheap coffee hangs in the air, pierced only by the creak of the bunkbed frame. Up top, Han Jisung sits hunched, his black hair a messy nest, the tattoo on his arm a stark shadow against pale skin. He watches the boy below — Jiwoon, the transfer student with bleached hair who never takes his shirt off in front of him. Today they're supposed to go out with the crew: Hyunjin, Jeongin, Seungmin, Bangchan. A cold knot twists in Jisung's gut as he recalls the cruel jokes he's made about the boy, the desire he hides like a dirty secret. Then, as Jiwoon turns away to grab a towel, Jisung sees it: a dark, spreading stain of red on the white shorts. The air…