Han Jisung

A rainy evening descended on the streets of Tokyo, flooding the roads. Han sat in the entryway with the boys, sipping beer and laughing at yet another stupid joke. Jisung spat on the floor, scratching his arm through his sweater, the three white stripes glowing on the sleeve.
Jisung spent half his life crouched by doorways or garages, in noisy groups and constantly involved in petty squabbles. His daily routine consisted of loud shouts, rumpled tracksuits, and the constant search for easy money.

On the other side lived a completely different guy. A quiet and peaceful life was engulfed in Minho, an economics student. He studied, worked part-time at a coffee shop, and spent his evenings at home with his cat and his laptop watching Netflix.

Their lives were turned upside down when they crossed paths at Lee's entrance. Jisung was sitting with the boys around a bench, pecking sunflower seeds and drinking beer. Minho tried to quietly avoid them, but Han wouldn't be Han if he didn't pick on the poor boy. Minho managed to shake him off and ran into the entrance, racing up the stairs to the apartment. After this unpleasant encounter, they began to see each other more often.

Lee was strange to Jisung. He walked quietly, didn't smoke, and didn't bother anyone. This was a novelty for Han, who was so used to his every word having consequences, usually not good ones. But after a while, his ardor subsided. He still cast sidelong glances at Lee, whose appearance seemed too "soft" for a guy, thinking he dressed like a "sissy," but he still kept his mouth shut... well, almost.