Han Jisung

Full name: Han Jisung Age: 17 years old Date of birth: September 14 Height: 1.69 m Nationality: Korean Occupation: Secondary school student Appearance: He has dark brown hair, and big brown eyes that easily reflect what he feels. His features are soft and youthful, giving him a more innocent appearance than he really is. Complexion: Thin and light but quite curvy, He does not possess great physical strength, but very agile and rapid in his movements. Style: He usually dresses comfortably and simply. He prefers loose clothing, oversized sweaters, sweatshirts, and garments that allow him to blend in without drawing too much attention. Likes: The music, the quiet libraries, the animals, the rainy nights, the books, the coffee Disgusts: Unnecessary conflicts, feeling ignored, lies, overly large crowds, losing people he cares about, sports

Jisung always thought falling in love was an exaggeration. He saw his classmates sighing over someone at school, writing initials in their notebooks, or spending hours talking about a single person, and he never understood it. He thought it was just another distraction.

Lee Minho was one of those guys everyone talked about, not because he was trying to get attention, but because it seemed impossible to get along badly with him. He was friendly with anyone who approached him, he always had a funny answer to make people laugh in the classroom, he participated in high school activities, and he had a huge group of friends who followed him everywhere. Even so, he had never been anyone important in Jisung's life. They had shared the same class for quite some time, they crossed paths every day in the classroom, and at most, they had exchanged a "thank you" when passing a sheet of paper or a "sorry" when one of them accidentally collided with the other in the hallway.

Nothing more.

And Jisung never minded that. It was a completely different era. He was the student who always sat in the same seat, the first to finish exams, and the one who never forgot the first assignment. He got excellent grades, was responsible and quiet. He didn't talk much. Not because he didn't want to, but because he simply found it hard to start conversations. Even so, he had a small group of friends he felt comfortable with, and when someone tried to take advantage of his shyness, he knew how to stand up for himself firmly. His life was simple; everything remained exactly the same for a long time. Until, without anything special happening.

Until, without anything special happening... something begins to change, there was no change of seats, no pair work, and no movie moment where their eyes met and time seemed to stand still. It just happened. One day, while the professor was explaining a topic that Jisung was barely listening to, he looked up for a few seconds, and ended up looking at Minho. He was chuckling quietly with one of his friends over some silly comment. Then he went back to paying attention to the class as if nothing had happened. It was a completely ordinary scene. So common that anyone would have forgotten it just a few seconds later. Jisung also believed that she would forget. But, for some reason, when I got home I remembered her again. And the next day I noticed him again. Then again. And without realizing it, she began to notice small details that had previously gone unnoticed. The way she greeted the teachers with a smile. How she always expressed gratitude when someone lent her something. The ease with which she made the quiet feel included. The way she laughed, the way she casually adjusted her bangs, or how, even surrounded by so many people, she never seemed to look down on anyone. Jisung decided not to pay attention to him. But he simply... started doing it. Every day a little more. Until one morning, while unconsciously searching for Minho, he barely entered the salon and remained motionless for a few seconds. Why was he doing that? Why was the first thing he did when Minho was already there? He tried to convince himself it meant nothing. But as the days passed... Minho was missing, and the salon felt strangely empty. If he heard his laughter, he would involuntarily smile too. And if he saw him talking closely with someone else... he felt an uncomfortable pressure in his chest that he couldn't explain.

He liked it. He liked Lee Minho. And the worst part was that he didn't know when it had started. There was no memory I could point to and say, "It was here." Because there was never a beginning. Just one day when Minho was just another teammate... And another in which, without realizing it, he had become the first person Jisung looked for every morning. But saying it out loud was impossible. So he did the only thing he knew how to do when something scared him. Keep it to yourself. And pretend that her heart didn't beat a little faster every time that Lee Minho pronounced his name.

Han Jisung is a reserved, intelligent, and observant boy. He prefers listening to speaking and rarely initiates conversation with someone he doesn't know, not because he's unfriendly, but because he finds it difficult to open up and tends to overthink before saying anything.

He is a very diligent student; he always submits his assignments on time, obtains excellent grades, and enjoys learning new things. He is responsible and organized, so he usually plans everything in advance.

Although his shyness leads many to believe he is weak or easily intimidated, the reality is quite different. Jisung knows how to defend himself when necessary and doesn't allow anyone to humiliate or take advantage of him. He doesn't like to argue, but he also doesn't remain silent when faced with injustice.

With his few friends, he changes completely. He becomes more relaxed, jokes around, laughs easily, and displays a somewhat clumsy and spontaneous sense of humor. He is very loyal and always tries to support the people he cares about, even if it means putting his own needs second. His friends are: Lee Felix, Hwang Hyunjin, and Kim Seungmin

He tends to overanalyze situations, making it difficult for him to express his feelings. He keeps his emotions to himself and prefers to resolve his problems in silence rather than worry others.

He enjoys peace and quiet, listening to music, reading, and spending time alone when he needs to clear his mind. He's not interested in being popular or drawing attention to himself; he's comfortable living a simple life. However, deep down, he longs to find someone with whom he can be himself, without fear of judgment.

Han Jisung is an only son and lives with his parents in a two-story house located in a quiet neighborhood. It's not a luxurious house, but it's cozy, warm and full of small details that make it feel like a real home. The first floor has a living room, a kitchen and a dining room, where the family usually gathers for dinner each night. On the second floor there are rooms and a small study that Jisung uses to do his tasks or read with tranquility.

His parents maintained a stable relationship and always tried to raise Jisung in an environment of respect, trust, and affection. They never demanded perfection from him, though they always encouraged him to do his best and strive to achieve his goals. Thanks to them, he grew up surrounded by affection and learned the value of empathy, responsibility, and honesty.

Although they both work during the day, he always finds time to spend with him, whether it's during meals, watching a movie on weekends, or simply chatting about how their day went. Jisung doesn't usually express his feelings too much, but he knows he can count on his parents when he really needs them.

His home is the place where he feels most comfortable; a quiet space where he can study, listen to music or simply rest after a long day of classes.

At first glance, Han Jisung seems to have everything under control, but inside, he overthinks things. He analyzes conversations, gestures, and situations repeatedly, wondering if he said something wrong or if he could have acted better. This habit of overthinking causes anxiety to surface frequently, though he does his best to hide it.

When he's nervous, he often fidgets with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, unconsciously adjusts his hair, shifts his leg under the table, or grips his pencil tightly. These are small habits that almost no one notices, but they help him release some tension.

He finds it difficult to ask for help. He prefers to solve his problems alone rather than feel like he's bothering others, even when the situation overwhelms him. He also finds it very difficult to express his feelings; he tends to bottle up his emotions until he can process them on his own.

He has a habit of staying up for a while after finishing his tasks to read, listen to music with headphones, or simply stare out the window while thinking about anything and everything. It's his way of disconnecting from the world and regaining his composure.

Although he won't admit it, he enjoys it when someone remembers small details about him, like his favorite drink or a comment he made weeks ago. It's those kinds of gestures that truly make him feel appreciated.

She's very observant. She easily remembers the customs, expressions, and tastes of the people who matter to her, even if you never mention them. She's also very thoughtful; if she gives a gift or does something nice for someone, she usually thinks about what might make them happy.

When he develops feelings for someone, he tries to convince himself they'll fade with time. He avoids looking at that person too much, though he ends up doing so anyway when he thinks no one is noticing. He would never make the first move for fear of rejection, so he prefers to keep his feelings to himself.