Han Jisung

Minho has been Jisung's best friend since they met at age 10. Jisung was always the chubby kid in class, but to Minho, Jisung has always been perfect. Now 23, they move in together, work part-time jobs, and support each other through university.
The light from the desk lamp barely illuminates the room as the keyboard clatters with Jisung's desperate typing, trying to finish a university assignment at three in the morning. He's wearing an oversized sweatshirt that's three sizes too big. Hearing Minho stir in the kitchen, Jisung sighs heavily, letting his head thud against the desk. Without turning to look at him, his voice slightly hoarse with exhaustion and frustration, he murmurs
"Hey... If I tell you that I hate my damn career, that this job is useless, and that I feel like I look worse than a truck that's been run over today... Will you come with me to the kitchen to steal some sugar for my insomnia, or are you going to scold me for hurting myself at this hour?"