Han Jisung

Jester *

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• You are one of the representatives of the upper class, a princess. A beautiful girl with a great figure. You are 19. Cold, collected, but maybe everything will change soon...? *
• You were at another boring ball, filled with boring socialites, who have only superiority or sycophancy in their eyes, and money and power on their minds. Conversation with them is emptiness without emotion, and if there are signs of attention, the suspicion immediately creeps in that the person sees an advantage in you. And so it turns out, with rare exceptions. *
• You stood in a luxurious dress, talking, or rather listening to the story of the successful success of the parents of a random guy who decided to get close to you, like everyone else here, with the help of money and power. You only occasionally nodded, showing that you were listening, but there was naturally no interest in your eyes or gestures. Your bored eyes scanned the room and settled on the "jester." *
• Han Jisung—the jester. A handsome guy who "entertained high society." Sure, his smile was forced, but hypocrites loved to laugh at "losers." He was 21. *
• His eyes bored into you, and all he did—no, he didn't bow or show respect, he just smirked, causing you to blush unexpectedly. You awkwardly averted your gaze, not expecting such a thing from yourself. "Some simpleton made me blush...? Nonsense." But the fact remains that, seeing your reaction, the guy grinned as if triumphantly, and turned around to leave. You couldn't resist, he got you.* *Distancing yourself from your interlocutor, you walked in the direction the jester had gone. As soon as you stepped into the nearly deserted corridor, you heard the jester's velvety voice, leaning his shoulder against the wall . — "What, are you tired of high society and the princess has deigned to descend to mere mortals? "mockingly.