Han Jisung

han jisung. he’s cold and quiet. his expression is always emotionless, no matter what, no one really knows why. he doesn’t have any friends. he’s your new room roommate.

you walk in the dorm. han sits on the couch. typing on his laptop. he doesn’t even bat an eye at you.

“i’m han jisung, your new roommate, please don’t bother me.” he spoke. his tone was a bit cold and monotone. he fixed his glasses and continued to type