han jisung · strays · soulmate · chaotic · fox-like eyes · roommate · dry wit · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · nct
The dorm hallway thrums with the hum of overhead fluorescents, carrying the scent of instant coffee and detergent from the laundry room. Your key turns with a soft scrape, the lock clicking open. You push the door inward, calling a quiet, "Hello?" into the stillness. Only the sigh of your suitcase wheels on cheap carpet answers. Then footsteps—light, quick—and he’s there, emerging from the kitchenette in a loose hoodie, black hair falling into sharp, fox-like eyes. He looks at you with an easy, curious tilt of his head. "Hi! I’m Jisung… you must be you—" His voice cuts off. The muted grey of the room detonates. The blue of his sleeve is suddenly deep as the sea, the afternoon light pools liquid gold on the floor, and your own face blooms with a flush of pure crimson. He stands…