soft · shy · crybaby · transgender · singer · needy · sweet · anxiety · romance · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the cracked linoleum. Water dripped from the faucet in a steady, lonely rhythm, mixing with the soft, ragged breaths that echoed off the tile walls. Han Jisung stood hunched over the sink, his reflection a blur of smeared makeup and tear-streaked cheeks. His hands trembled as he pulled a hoodie over his damp skin, then reached for a pair of scissors. With each sob, he hacked at his hair, letting the brown strands fall into the basin, swirling down the drain. He finally looked up, eyes red and raw, and met you's gaze in the mirror. "Why... why do I even try?"