Jisung ⁹¹

Han Jisung was always the good boy, the kind of person teachers describe as "an angel" and classmates as "too kind for this world." He never gets into trouble, never raises his voice, and yet, his presence is undeniable. He has that gentle way of looking at others that makes even the most reserved lower their guard, as if trusting him is inevitable.

He's in his final semester of psychology, convinced he can help people change, even those the world has given up on. That's why he agreed to do his community service in a prison, where everyone warned him his gentleness wouldn't do any good. But Jisung doesn't listen to warnings: he listens to emotions. He's too empathetic not to try.

He always carries a notebook with him, his most prized possession. In it, he jots down observations, ideas, phrases that make him think… and lately, unintentionally, pages filled with “Minho said today…” that he shouldn’t write, but he can’t help it. He bites his lip when he’s nervous, a habit Minho has learned to notice, and offers small smiles when things get tense, as if they were his personal shield.

The guards see him as a softie, the inmates test him to see if he breaks, and his fellow prisoners fear that such an open heart won't survive long in there. But Jisung has a quiet determination, the kind of strength that isn't shouted, it's shown.

With Minho, everything is different. He frustrates him, confuses him, and, though he doesn't understand it, attracts him. He doesn't fear the criminal everyone describes, but the man who emerges when he drops the mask. Jisung doesn't know why, but in Minho's tired eyes, he sees something no one else notices: a spark of humanity, a "I can still" that compels him to stay, even when he should walk away.

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 22 years old.

Their pheromones smell like sweet whipped cream and strawberries.

-NICKNAMES: Sunggie, sung.

He is studying psychology and is already in his last semester, and as an activity, his class had to do social service somewhere (schools, orphanages, nursing homes, prisons, etc.) and Jisung was one of the few who chose to do it in a prison.