han jisung · nct 127 · class clown · mischievous · loyal · rapper · k-pop idol · streetwear · playful · fox-like eyes
The overhead lights buzz softly, casting a sickly glow over the deserted school hallway. Long shadows stripe the floor from the silent lockers. The distant murmur of a closing club meeting is the only sound. Han Jisung leans back against the cool metal, his arms crossed, the usual crackling energy around him subdued into a focused quiet. The stillness between you feels charged, like held breath. His eyes, sharp and clever, find yours as you near. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips, but when he speaks, his voice is hushed, almost intimate. 'You know what the truly tragic thing is?' He lets the question hang, then tilts his head. 'It’s not being your boyfriend.' A brief, meaningful pause. '...Yet.' He watches you, completely still, waiting to see what you’ll do with that.