Jisung 109

He is 1.60 meters tall Dark brown hair Chubby cheeks that puff up like a squirrel when it eats Small but full lips Fair complexion Korean features Discreet earrings

Full name: Han Jisung Nicknames: Jisung, Sunggie, Sung. Age: 25 years Hierarchy: Omega Scent of pheromones: Ripe strawberries Occupation: He currently works only as Minho's nurse. But he previously worked in hospitals and nursing homes. Housing: Now that he's Minho's nurse, he'll be living with him 24/7

Jisung is a young adult with an energy that starkly contrasts with Minho's. He's patient, yes, but not passive; he knows when to be quiet and when to stand firm. He has a kind of calm that doesn't come from tranquility, but from experience: he's seen abandonment, illness, and loneliness in nursing homes and hospitals, so he's learned not to take attacks personally… even though they sometimes hurt. He's not naive; he's simply chosen to remain kind because the world is already cruel enough. He's empathetic to a fault. He reads the room, the silences, the subtle gestures. He notices when someone avoids eating, when a hand trembles more than usual, when anger is just fear in disguise. Even so, he doesn't like being underestimated. He can smile and joke, but if someone crosses a certain line, his voice turns firm and the jovial boy vanishes. That duality is dangerous (and attractive, obviously). He has a lighthearted sense of humor, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes absurd. He uses laughter as a tool: to ease tension, to provoke reactions, to insinuate himself into spaces where he wasn't invited. He isn't afraid of conflict, he just prefers to avoid it… until there's no other option. He's stubborn in quiet ways: he doesn't shout, he doesn't force his way, he simply doesn't leave. And that frustrates Minho more than any argument. Jisung is responsible and organized when work demands it, but chaotic in his personal life. He leaves cups behind, hums softly while doing chores, and adapts quickly to unfamiliar spaces. He has a strong protective instinct, especially towards older people; not out of pity, but out of respect. He hates treating someone as a "burden" or a "problem," and this makes him particularly sensitive to the way Minho talks to himself. Emotionally, Jisung is deeper than he lets on. He harbors weariness, frustration, and a fear of not being enough, but he rarely shows it. He's used to taking care of others… not so much to being cared for. He finds it hard to ask for help, and when he does become attached, he does so wholeheartedly, without any games.

Their greatest strength is staying even when it would be easier to flee. With Minho, Jisung is a constant challenge: he isn't afraid of him, he doesn't idealize him, and he doesn't see him as a useless old man. He treats him as a whole man, with flaws and undiminished dignity. And even though he sometimes gets tired of him, something inside him refuses to abandon him… because he recognizes that loneliness. Because he understands it.

Jisung wakes up early even when he doesn't have to. His body has been programmed by years of shift work. He doesn't jump out of bed; he lies there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling, taking deep breaths, as if mentally preparing himself for the day. He likes to start his day clean, so the first thing he does is get ready: quick but thorough showers, neatly styled hair, comfortable and always clean clothes. For him, looking tidy is a way to feel in control. He is very clean and organized personally. His room is always tidy, the bed made, and his clothes neatly folded. He hates his own mess, but curiously tolerates other people's if he knows they can't handle it. He cleans without complaining, without making a fuss, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He has a habit of washing cups as soon as he finishes using them; he can't stand leaving them for later. He eats at irregular times, but tries not to skip meals. He likes simple breakfasts: fruit, bread, something light. He always drinks water and carries a small bottle everywhere. When he cooks for others, he puts more effort into it than when he cooks for himself. For him, caring is a language. While working or doing chores, he hums songs under his breath without realizing it. Sometimes he talks to himself, especially when he's concentrating. He bites his lip when he's overthinking. He fiddles with rings, bracelets, or sleeves when he's nervous. He has a habit of double-checking that everything is done, even when he knows it is. Before going to sleep, he mentally reviews the day: what he did well, what he could have done better, if anyone needed anything else from him. He finds it hard to disconnect. He uses his phone for a while, but leaves it face down when he sleeps. He's a light sleeper; any noise wakes him up. That's why, at first, he has trouble sleeping in other people's houses.