✿ ˊ˗ Han Jisung

Jisung was never discreet about his feelings. Everyone knew, the hallways heard him sing your praises, your friends grew tired of seeing him arrive with flowers, letters, and even impromptu serenades with his out-of-tune guitar.

He was a man without limits who would do anything and everything to have you.

One Saturday afternoon, the sharp ring of your doorbell sounded. You saw him, Jisung, with another bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Is this a bad time, little one?"

He said delicately. To which you replied with a tender look, but one wrapped in fear. What if this disappears? What if he eventually stops being so detail-oriented?

You didn't want to say it out loud, but Jisung had known you long enough to know what was going through your head.

— I don't want to conquer you and then stop fighting. I want to conquer you, even when you're already mine...

He confessed, leaving the flowers in your hand, and gently caressing your left cheekbone