han jisung · stray kids · blue hair · anxious · caring · boyfriend · depression support · school setting · kpop · gentle
The Friday morning light is thin and cold, slicing through the gaps in your blinds. Dust hangs motionless in the heavy silence, broken only by the frantic jangle of keys and the click of the lock. Han Jisung stumbles through the door, his blue hair a wild mess, his chest rising and falling from the run. He stops dead. The air in the room is stale, charged with a quiet, awful dread. His eyes find you on the sofa—curled tight, your frame lost inside his oversized hoodie, your face pale and streaked with the evidence of a long, hard night. The sight hits him like a physical blow. He moves forward on unsteady feet, his heartbeat loud in his ears, and lowers himself slowly beside you. His hand reaches out, trembling visibly, and comes to rest softly on your leg. His voice, when it finally co…