💕 Baby Quokka 💕 || Han Jisung Centric Oneshots (Requests open)

We'll find you

Han hasn't been like himself lately. He hasn't been smiling his heart-shaped gummy smile, hasn't been laughing his heart out at the silly little jokes the others make, hasn't been randomly belting out high notes in the background of SKZ-talker. And the members noticed. They noticed when he gripped his mic tightly with shaking hands. They noticed when he stayed silent watching their music video. They noticed when he hid behind Chan making himself smaller when they were announcing the winners.

They tried to help. They really did. But how can they help someone who won't let them in?

Han sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the blank white walls of his room in the dorm. His mind raced, a storm of thoughts swirling and crashing in an endless loop. Even he didn't quite know what was wrong; the anxiety had been building up for weeks, threatening to crash. Was it the pressure of their deadlines? Or was it the expectations of their fans? Maybe it was both.

The sunlight filtered in through the window, casting long shadows across the room. He hadn't slept much the night before—his mind had kept him up, tossing and turning, worrying about choreography, his lyrics, his performance. Everything felt so heavy.

Jisung glanced at his phone. 6:30 AM. It was early, and the rest of the members were still asleep, but he couldn't stay here any longer. His chest felt tight, and he needed air. He needed to be somewhere—anywhere—other than the dorm. Without a second thought, he grabbed his hoodie and slipped out the front door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. His footsteps were light on the pavement as he walked through the quiet streets of Seoul, the world still waking up around him. He had no destination in mind, just the need to escape.

"Where's Hannie?" Chan's voice was the first to break the morning silence. The other members were sitting around the kitchen table, eating breakfast together on their long-awaited day off, but Jisung's chair remained empty.

Seungmin shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Probably at the studio. You know how he gets hyung; he probably wanted to clear his mind a little."

Felix frowned. "But he usually says something. He didn't mention anything this morning."

Hyunjin, who was scrolling through his phone, perked up, eyes narrowing. "He hasn't replied to my texts either. I texted him about the new anime I wanted us to watch, and he usually replies immediately."

Chan's expression darkened, a flicker of worry crossing his features. "That's not like him." He glanced at the clock on the wall—9:00 AM. "He's been pushing himself too hard lately."

Without another word, Chan was already on his feet, phone in hand, dialing Jisung's number. It rang, and rang, and rang... until it went to voicemail. A knot formed in his stomach. "He's not answering."

Felix and Hyunjin exchanged a glance, both growing uneasy.

"Maybe he's just taking a break," Seungmin suggested, though his voice held a note of uncertainty.

Chan shook his head. "No. Something's wrong. He wouldn't just leave without telling us."

Jisung sat by the Han River, knees pulled to his chest, his earbuds playing softly in his ears. The world around him was peaceful, but inside, his thoughts were anything but.

The pressure was overwhelming—of always having to be the best version of himself, to meet every expectation, to smile through everything. And now, with the comeback looming, it felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.