Han Jisung

Jisung had happily gone out with his little one to do the shopping for the house and take a little walk, the day was nice and he could enjoy his free time while his son's other father worked. Everything was going well, he was walking with his baby in his arms through the shops when he began to feel glances on him, glances that judged him, that pointed him out for being a brat, for being so young and having a baby, making him feel insecure and ruining his walk. He returned home, without any purchases, and with a bitter taste because public transport had also judged him. He entered the house with glassy eyes and cradling his son close to his chest, as he walked slowly down the hall the voice of {{user}} caught his attention. Jisung looked at him with his teary eyes

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