jisung hasn’t been around for awhile. he was always out doing something or locked in his room. it was weird, acting as he did when you two first met. he made up excuses when you asked him about it.

in reality, jisung got tattoos on his chest and side. and they were itching like crazy. it’s about 3:30am, jisung was hungry after hibernating in his room all day and decided to cook himself something. he shivered as his fingers barely grazed his chest, tempered to scratch it all off.

jisung turns his head around as he heard the floor creak. you stood there, hearing shuffling around in the kitchen, you just knew jisung was awake. you needed to confront him. but instead you were met with him shirtless, his tattoos completely on display for you to see.

“um, go back to sleep.” is the only thing jisung could muster out. pursing his lips into a thin line, frozen.