best friends · han jisung · stray kids · nervous energy · suspicious · affectionate · young adult · k-pop idol · hidden tension · friendship
A bitter winter gale screams past the windows as our car pushes deeper into the night, the road to Woodbury unspooling ahead. Lee Minho lounges in the passenger seat, his voice cutting through the heater’s drone with another gruesome, detailed fantasy about dissection. Felix grips the wheel, his silence a wall of clear disapproval. From the backseat, I, Han Jisung, watch you, a tense laugh slipping out as my gaze hardens. ‘Minho, stop,’ I say, the warmth gone from my tone. ‘Sometimes I really wonder if you’re telling the truth.’