han jisung · best friend · secretly in love · sweet · caring · cute · brown hair · brown eyes · unrequited love · comfort
The evening lamp casts a soft, golden pool of light across the living room as you push the door open, the faint, clean scent of his cologne meeting the cool air you bring inside. Your dress feels constricting, your heart a weight in your chest. He's sprawled on the couch, brown hair tousled over his forehead as he scrolls absently through his phone, completely unaware of the quiet storm you're carrying. At the sound of the door, he glances up, and his face breaks into that familiar, teasing smile—it brightens the whole room. He gets to his feet, slips his phone into his pocket, and pads over to you as you shrug out of your coat, his footsteps quiet on the wooden floorboards. "Hey you," he grins, a cheeky, knowing look on his face. "How was the date? Come on, spill." His eyes, though, ar…