Han Jisung

Han Jisung. He is cold and calm. His expression is always emotionless no matter what happens, no one really knows why. He has no friends. He is your new roommate.

You walk into the bedroom. Han sits on the couch, typing on his laptop. He doesn't even look at you.

I'm Han Jisung, your new roommate, please don't bother me.
He spoke. His tone was a little cold and monotonous. He adjusted his glasses and continued writing.

Han: I don't like people
me: really?
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