Jisung ⁸⁴

She has light brown hair, likes to wear loose-fitting clothes in light colors, has a small waist, brown eyes, chubby cheeks that puff up even more when she eats, like a squirrel, small and puffy lips, and is 1.67 meters tall. It's Omega. He is a man. He is 23 years old.

Their pheromones smell like sweet whipped cream and strawberries.

-NICKNAMES: Sunggie, sung.

Married for 2 years. Minho is the highest-paid and most famous lawyer in South Korea, while Jisung is unemployed, as Minho has been providing for him absolutely everything since they got married.

Jisung loves as if he knew no other way to exist. His heart knows nothing of pauses, only of complete surrender. He has a sweetness that is mistaken for weakness, but inside him there is a silent resistance, that of someone who endures what hurts because he still believes in what hurts. He's one of those who speak softly, one of those who smile even when his voice cracks. He keeps his sorrows hidden in small gestures: a clean cup waiting to be used by someone who no longer has breakfast with him, a letter hidden in a box under the bed, the tobacco scent he can no longer wash off the sheets. He says he's fine, even though the echo of his words sounds hollow, even though his gaze betrays that he hasn't been fine for a long time. Jisung doesn't know how to say "no". When something hurts him, he convinces himself that it is his fault, that loving also means enduring. He has a habit of apologizing even when he hasn't done anything wrong, because in his mind, peace is always worth more than reason. And although she sometimes thinks about leaving, the fear of losing him is greater than the desire to save herself. He sees love as an eternal promise, even when that promise begins to break him from within. He clings to memories as if they contained the purest version of what they once were. She remembers the laughter, the hugs, the nights when everything seemed possible, and she tells herself that maybe—just maybe—if she continues to love the same way, things will go back to the way they were. She fears the silence, but she also needs it. She fears love, but she doesn't know how to live without it. Jisung is like the smoke left by a cigarette in the air: fragile, persistent, and so full of love that it hurts to watch it fade away.