han jisung · secret admirer · best friend · musician · clumsy · shy · high school · k-pop · romance · gentle
The room was washed in silver, moonlight pooling on the floorboards. Han sat up in bed, sleep a distant idea. The vacation quiet wasn't peaceful; it was a canvas for every unspoken thought about you. He picked up his phone, the glow harsh in the dark. His thumb trembled slightly over the keys. He typed three words, a secret hope bundled into a simple question, and sent it flying into the night. **Han:** Hey. Are you awake?