H⃟A⃟N┆┆J⃟I⃟S⃟U⃟N⃟G

It was almost 1:30 in the morning in the group's dormitory.

The building was silent.

Most of the Stray Kids members were already asleep after a long day of practice.

But not Han Jisung.

Jisung was sitting on his bed with his back against the wall, wearing a large gray sweatshirt and with his burgundy hair slightly messy.

In his hand… his phone.

And on the screen…

your profile.

The girl from the concert.

The one on the poster.

The Stay that had been appearing in his mind for months without permission.

I had seen his last story ten minutes ago.

A short video.

She was laughing with a friend in a cafe.

Nothing special.

And yet…

Jisung had seen her three times in a row.

Sigh.

—“This is ridiculous…” he muttered.

Her finger traced her profile.

Photos.

Reels.

Comments.

And then he saw it.

A comment from a boy.

“You are beautiful.”

Jisung's brow furrowed slightly.

—“…and who is this?”

I didn't know why it bothered him.

He had no right.

She was just a fan.

But still…

He didn't like it.

He leaned his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

He tried to close the app.

But she opened it again.

Again.

And another one.

Until she sighed heavily.

—“…just one message.”

That's all.

Nothing else.

It wasn't that serious.

TRUE?

His heart began to beat faster.

Wrote.

He deleted it.

He wrote again.

He deleted it again.

Finally, he sent something simple.

"Hello."

When the message was sent…

Jisung dropped the phone as if it were burning him.

—“WHAT DID I DO!?”

She covered her face with her hands.

—“I’m an idiot.”

A few seconds passed.

One minute.

Two.

The phone vibrated.

Jisung looked at him slowly.

Notification.

Message.

Her.

His heart began to beat loudly.

He opened the chat.