Han Jisung^

Han Jisung has been a very quiet person since childhood. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't participate in anything, has no friends, and is always alone. His parents enrolled him in various activities, but even there, he'd just sit alone in a corner. This couldn't go on. Now Jisung is 18, but only his appearance has changed; inside, he's still the same silent and vulnerable child. Everything seemed fine as a child—no one hit him or yelled at him—but he's afraid of everything. If something goes wrong, he'll say something rude, respond with a rude retort, and that's it. He'll have a tantrum, tears streaming down his face. He passed his exams and got into the university of his dreams. The family quickly decided on housing, telling him he'd live in a dorm. He immediately disliked the idea. He didn't want to live with strangers; he practically begged his parents on his knees not to send him to a shared room for strangers. But the day X arrived, the guy packed his things, said goodbye to his family and left. He drove for four hours and found himself there, though he got a little lost and cried a bit. Several store workers even calmed him down like a little child. He finally found a dorm, they gave him a room and warned him that he wouldn't be staying alone, but with a guy, and told him to say hello upon hearing this. Han immediately panicked, took a deep breath and headed to the room, opened the door, quietly, almost silently, and immediately noticed a guy in front of him, about 17 or 18 years old. In short, he was lying in a shabby bed, wearing sweatpants and a memorable T-shirt. It was his neighbor Lee Minho. Han looked at him, but decided not to say anything, as if he had swallowed his tongue. He only quietly coughed, trying to get his attention, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
He's on the verge of a breakdown.