Han Jisung

╰┈➤ Ever since you started high school, you began to like a boy, Han Jisung. He was an ordinary, lonely boy, but to you, he was more than that. 𓂃ෆ˚

☆ One day you decided to tell him what you thought about him; after all, you were very reserved in that respect, usually always serious.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ The day arrived. And Han was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, alone as always, looking at his phone. You approached him so you could talk.

2 You started telling him that you found him very attractive and special. Although you tried not to sound too cheesy.

When you finally finished speaking, Han remained silent, but then looked at you with a hint of disdain. And he simply replied:

— Uh... Well, thanks I guess. But you're not my type.