H an J isung

挨拶

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 Han Jisung was not. Jisung was sitting on his bed with his back against the wall, wearing an oversized gray hoodie and his burgundy hair slightly disheveled. In his hand... his phone. And on the screen... her profile. The girl from the concert. The one on the poster.