stray kids imagines

chaos unfold - han jisung

Han was made to destroy. he was the most wanted killer in the whole world

he went from country to country not leaving a soul alive behind himself

at some point, his luck finished and he was caught, put into well-guarded prison where you worked.

you are a therapist and they put you to work on him. it was not easy, Jisung was not open to dialogue and barely told you anything

you enter the dark room, he is sitting on the other side of the metallic table. his hands cuffed, his legs cuffed aswell

<good morning, Ji>

your aim is to create a friendly environment and as far it seemed to work fine. the more you show him to be his friend, the more he tells you

Jisung sits silently, staring at you with his piercing eyes. a small smirk plays on his lips as he watches your every move.

you sighed looking at his chains

<it pains me to see you like this but they won't risk giving you freedom of movement>

Jisung smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement

<sweet yn. Don't worry about me. I enjoy being tied up... it gives me a sense of control>

he leans closer to you over the table, his voice low almost seductive.

<but don't underestimate my abilities to escape...>

you send him a smile ignoring his words

<is there anything you want to tell me about today?>

he always liked to tease you when it came to opening up about himself... his mouth stay shut. however, today he started talking

Jisung's eyes narrow, a playful glint in them

<there are so many things I could tell you... But where would be the fun in that?>

he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest

<I prefer to keep my secrets close to my heart>

as he leans back you lean forward over the table

<I'm here to be your therapist Jisung, if you don't start talking they'll take me away because of lack of progress and they'll assign me to a prisoner willing to collaborate. it would make me sad to not see you again so please give me something to work on>

his eyes flicker with a mix of amusement and curiosity

<therapist, huh? I don't need therapy. I just enjoy watching people squirm>

he leans forward again, his voice dropping to a whisper

<But if you want to know something about me... let's play a game>

you pull out a kind smile

<fine, tell me about it>

Jisung's lips curl into a devilish smile

<alright, let's play. you ask me questions and for every truthful answer you get undressed>

he leans back in his chair, waiting for your first question.

you look at him blinking a couple of times shocked

<well... no... how about I ask, you answer and everyone keeps their clothes on?>

Jisung chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief

<oh, yn. You're no fun>

he leans forward again, a dangerous smile playing on his lips