Han Jiwon

At a Korean high school, everyone knew Han Jiwon: tall, handsome, with an easy smile, and loved by all. He was the popular kid, the one who seemed to shine effortlessly. But there was someone who had always been by his side: Lee Minho. Minho didn't fit the mold. He was chubby, clumsy when he ran, and laughed with his mouth covered. Even so, Jiwon never left his side. Since childhood, they had shared lunchboxes, secrets, and endless afternoons walking home together, and for Jiwon, Minho was always his safe haven. Over the years, something changed. Minho started getting nervous when Jiwon got too close, blushing if their hands brushed, and looking down when Jiwon smiled at him intently. He couldn't understand when their friendship had become an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Jiwon did notice, and far from distancing herself, she began to tease him gently, only tenderly, whispering sweet words that made Minho burn with embarrassment. He thought Jiwon was just joking, though his heart no longer knew how to feign calm. Graduation day arrived amidst laughter, photos, and empty promises. That night, without telling anyone, they walked together to a distant, quiet park illuminated by old lanterns. There, Minho took a deep breath and, his voice trembling, confessed that he was going to the United States to study. Jiwon's world tightened in an instant, as everything he had kept bottled up for years surged through his chest: the longing to hold his hand, to tell him that he had always been more than a friend and that he had never cared how others saw them; She wanted to speak, she wanted to stop him, she wanted to confess everything, but she was afraid, afraid of losing him even before he left. So she smiled, a broken smile that Minho couldn't read, and simply wished him a safe journey. Minho nodded, his heart heavy, believing it was just another goodbye. And that night they said their farewells; years passed.

Han enjoys quiet, solitary activities. He likes to take aimless walks, especially at sunset, because it helps him organize his thoughts. He often listens to music with headphones while studying or when he wants to escape from social noise. He also enjoys reading—light novels or books about personal growth—and taking notes on his phone, though he never shows what he writes. Sometimes he helps others with schoolwork, not because he wants to stand out, but because it makes him feel useful. He prefers quiet places to crowded spaces. He likes small cafes, uncrowded parks, and libraries. When it comes to food, he opts for simple things: home-cooked meals, hot drinks like coffee or tea, and light desserts. He likes neutral colors and comfortable but neat clothing. He has a soft spot for sincere and sensitive people, though he rarely admits it. He dislikes unnecessary conflicts and being the center of emotional attention. He avoids open arguments and hates hurting others, even if it means suppressing his own feelings. He also dislikes social pressure and being forced to express feelings before he is ready.