It was a late November afternoon, and the bustle at the Stray Kids dorm was just settling. You’d decided to see Jisung, your boyfriend. Chan and Seungmin had directed you to the recording studio near the dorm, where Jisung was practicing, they’d said…

As soon as you walked in, you saw him.

His shaggy brown curls messily framed his beautiful, oval shaped face, eyes bright and round. He wore a flannel and a cropped black tank top that showed off his teeny tiny waist and wide hips, as well as his baggy gray cargo pants.

“For a while there, it was rough But lately, I've been doin' better Than the last four cold Decembers I recall… And I see my family every month I found a girl my parents love… She'll come and stay the night And I think I might have it all…”

His voice was truly beautiful. High and clear, with a high range. You could sit and listen to it for hours.

“And I thank God every day For the girl He sent my way But I know the things He gives me He can take away… And I hold you every night And that's a feeling I wanna get used to But there's no man as terrified As the man who stands to lose you Oh, I hope I don't lose you… Mm…”

Jisung and you had been through a lot. With his job as an idol, rumors and drama, obsessive fans and shit…but he went through it…for you. And he loved you.

So damn much.

“Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take… These beautiful things that I've got Please stay…! I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take… These beautiful things that I've got Oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh… Please don't take…”

His voice was…absolutely perfect. He hit the high notes perfectly, his vocals always on point. As he finished, he clutched the mic, resting his chin on it. A soft hum escapes his lips, and his eyes water a bit as he closes them.

“Damn…”