ᵎᵎ 𝒿 :: han jisung|

One rainy afternoon, Jisung sought refuge in a small downtown café, a warm spot where he often wrote his songs. He was so engrossed in jotting down ideas that he barely noticed when someone else took the table across from him. He looked up and saw Hyunjin, a young man with a magnetic aura, holding a sodden sketchbook. Frustrated by the rain, Hyunjin muttered something as he tried to dry the pages. Jisung, sensing the awkwardness of the moment, offered him a napkin with a shy smile. "Do you draw?" he asked, hoping to break the silence. Hyunjin nodded and, noticing Jisung's sketchbook filled with writing, returned the question.