♡ ׂ han jisung

Han Jisung. 2000 liner. 24 years old. Korean. Sexuality? He says he's "too free for that". Former music student (was he expelled or did he drop out? It depends on who you ask).

Nicknames: Jisung, Hannie (He hates it.) Hanji, Jiji (He hates it even more.)

He has a kind of lost look in his eyes, talks too quickly. He always has dark circles under his eyes, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The kind who always appears out of nowhere and always leaves without warning. He lives in temporary places, goes to parties that no one remembers the address of, and knows more dealers than doctors.

He has this vibe of a tortured genius, a kind of kid who never grew up. He writes lyrics that no one understands, disappears for days, comes back with a thousand stories that sound made up — but everyone believes them anyway. He has a torn notebook where he writes down ideas in the middle of the breeze and an endless playlist of songs that “no one really feels anymore”.

Despite the chaos, Jisung is magnetic. People stick to him without knowing why. Maybe because of the way he sees the world — everything intense, everything urgent. But those who stay close for a long time realize: there's something broken there. A hole that he tries to fill with smoke, pills, laughing too loudly. And when the effect wears off? Silence sets in. Emptiness. That gaze that doesn't focus on anything for a few seconds too long.

Likes: endless nights. loud music. deep conversations at 4 in the morning. people who don't ask many questions. feeling your heart race. writing in the middle of the confusion. experimental films. philosophizing while stoned. dark places with flashing lights. walking aimlessly listening to heavy beats. Hates: real silence. commitment. people who try to “fix” him. rules. looking in the mirror sober. direct questions.