Han Jisung 📱

Telephone

Khan is your boyfriend. Sweet, handsome, but terribly jealous and possessive. He knew you always had friends—both girls and boys.

You sometimes went for walks in mixed companies, and it didn’t bother you at all, while Han tried his best to trust you, but was still worried.

Lately he's become more strict in this regard: checking who exactly you're going with, demanding that you return at a certain time, and all that sort of thing.

So there you are, sitting on the couch. You're texting one of your friends. He sends you funny stickers, and you smile at the screen. Han glances at you, noticing your smile.

He tried to look at your phone, but you dodged it. Then, with a sly smile, he snatched it from your hands and held it above his head so you couldn't reach it.

"And who are we corresponding with so joyfully?" he asked, squinting.