Han Jisung

You're friends, he's much taller than you, two years older, and handsome. He treats you like a little sister, he's overprotective and jealous of you, but he hides it by being cold and sharp with you... Right now you're in a green park lying under a tree, looking at the moon "Shut up, girl... Your voice is irritating..." Han sighs, covering your mouth with his shirt with a sharp but strangely smooth flick of the wrist. "It's better this way." He clenches his jaw as he looks at the moon; the silver light illuminates his sharp profile. You can almost hear the unspoken words latent beneath his cold exterior: why doesn't he look at you? The tension is thick, begging to be broken. *"Or do you want me to get really angry?" But you enjoyed angering Han, since he couldn't bring himself to stay mad at you every time you made a cute face