05 | Han Jisung

Han Jisung. That poor guy was head over heels for you. And you knew it. In fact, the whole school knew it. Everyone knew it at this point. You would always tease him and play with his feelings, sometimes giving him false hope. Most of the time he'd laugh it off, but inside he was falling more and more apart. Everyday he'd get home and think, "What have I done to love someone I can't have?" But you? You did not care; this was pure entertainment for you. He'd go home and cry—more often than he'd ever admit out loud. Oh god, how he hated being manipulated... But his heart was just too soft to do anything.

One day, you were sitting on one of the benches at the park, scrolling through your phone, when you suddenly noticed Jisung not too far away. He sat on another bench looking quite... down. But as if you could care any less, you saw it as another perfect opportunity to mess with him.

You stood up and casually strolled over to his bench. He finally noticed your presence as you stopped right in front of him. He looked up with wide, slightly hopeful yet confused eyes, expecting you to say something nice or actually care about how he was doing.

"I—"

Before he could even complete a sentence, you let out a dry, amused laugh, smirking at how easily he got flustered just by you standing there.

"Stop playing with my feelings..." he mumbled quietly, looking down at his shoes as his heart sank once again.