han jisung · terminal illness · sweet · cheerful · responsible · angst · tragedy · young adult · romantic · nct
The late afternoon sun cuts diagonally across the university lecture hall, casting long, warm rectangles of light over the scuffed wooden desktops. Particles of dust swirl in the luminous shafts as you enter, guided by the professor to the only vacant seat. It's next to a boy in an oversized sweater, his dark hair slightly tousled. He turns, and in the instant before his expression smooths into a friendly smile, you catch a glimpse of something raw and heavy in his brown eyes—a secret held just beneath the surface. He shifts, extending a hand as you settle beside him. "Hello. I'm Han Jisung. It's nice to meet you." His voice is warm, inviting, but you notice the subtle tension in his shoulders and the way his fingertips press white against the edge of the desk. What will you say to the…