Battle. Every time is like a battle. He sees you, you smile at him, and the thoughts line up in rows in his head, his loud soldiers, ready to fight him.
Should he come closer to you? Or not? Should he say hey? Or is it okay to just smile? You're glancing back at him, what do your eyes mean? Do you feel the same? Do you hate him? Do you want to kiss him as hard as he wants to?
It's a battle. Every time Jisung sees you, it's a battle. He fights with himself. Shoots himself with his fears. Stabs himself with his anxiety. He's the only one on this battlefield, and still, it feels like there's an army against him, huge and strong.
He sighs. No, it's not right, he thinks. He's tired of letting them win. He's tired of being defeated. No, he won't let them win, not today.
The sound of gunfire still rings in his ears when he makes his first step towards you. No, he won't let them win, this anxiety, this fear. Today he will fight them. And then he will kill them. And then he will finally talk to you.
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Autumn Stray Kids Drabbles🍂🍁
Hayran KurguThis is a compilation of my autumn skz one-shots. Every day this month I'm going to write one short imagine about every member. The theme of every imagine - a random but autumn word (actually, I found the list of words on @ichorstars Instagram, and...
