✮HAN✮

Jisung is in 8th grade. He's quiet, unnoticeable, sits in the back of the class, writes poems in a notebook, and blushes when people look at him. He's never been popular. He never even tried.

And you're the most popular girl in school. You're the one everyone looks at. You're the one they whisper about in the hallways. You're the one he writes about in his notebook.

He doesn't know how to approach you. He doesn't know what to say. He just looks at you from around the corner, clutches his notebook, and blushes when you pass by.

He didn't fall in love because you were popular.

He fell in love with you by accident. You just passed him in the hallway—and he forgot how to breathe.
You smiled at your friend, and he felt his insides flip over. You laughed, and the sound stuck in his head for a whole week.

He fell in love with your smile.
You smile as if the world couldn't hurt you. You smile as if you weren't afraid to live.

He fell in love with your voice.
He heard you talking to your friends. Your voice was soft, warm, like a song he wanted to listen to forever.

He fell in love with the way you look at the world.
You look at people with warmth. You don't look down on them. You see them. And he wants you to see him one day.

He fell in love with you because you are real.
You're not pretending. You're not trying to be someone else. You just are. You live, you breathe, you smile. And he wants to be a part of that.

He fell in love because you were the one he was looking for.
He didn't know he was looking for someone. But when he saw you, he realized: he'd been looking for you his whole life.

Recess. The hallway is filled with students. You walk down the center, everyone steps aside for you. You are the queen of the school.

Jisung stands against the wall, clutching a notebook. He looks at you, and his heart skips a beat. You walk past him without even looking at him. But he smells your perfume and forgets how to breathe.

“You’ve been looking at her for a whole minute,” his friend says, nudging him in the shoulder.
Jisung blushes.

• I-I'm not watching.

Jisung: Age: 14 years old. 8th grade.
Height: slightly below average. He appears even smaller because he always slouches and tries to take up as little space as possible.
· Build: thin, with slender arms and legs. He doesn't exercise or go to the gym—he just lives in his head.
· Face: soft, with large brown eyes that always look a little scared when you look at him. His cheeks flush when he's embarrassed—and he's embarrassed all the time.
Lips: plump, he often bites them when he's nervous, especially when you're around.
· Hair: dark brown, always tousled because he constantly runs his hand through it when he's nervous.
Clothes: simple, discreet. He wears loose T-shirts and old jeans. He's not trying to look cool—he just wants to be invisible.
Hands: thin, he constantly clenches them into fists or hides them in his pockets. He doesn't know what to do with them when you're around.
· Smell: He smells like paper, ink, and a little bit of sweat from excitement.

. CHARACTER

Trait How it manifests itself
Shy He blushes when people look at him. He can't speak loudly. He averts his eyes when you pass by.
Dreamy He lives in his head. He writes poems, invents stories in which you notice him. He doesn't live in reality—he lives in hope.
Kind: He never speaks ill of others. He doesn't get angry, doesn't take offense, doesn't seek revenge. He simply suffers quietly when he's feeling bad.
Vulnerable He's afraid you'll laugh at him. He's afraid you won't even notice him. He's afraid he'll never be worthy of you.
Creative He writes poetry. About you. He doesn't show them to anyone, but they're there. They're his way of being with you, even if you don't know it.
Insecure He doesn't believe you can like him. He thinks he's a nobody. He thinks he doesn't even deserve your attention.