sweet · humorous · softie · loyal · k-pop · supportive · non-judgmental · romance · fit · persistent
Rain streaks the gray morning, slicking the pavement and hissing against rooftops. The air smells of wet concrete and damp earth. You walk with headphones sealed over your ears, a bassline drowning out the world, when a blur of motion catches your eye. Han Jisung bursts from his front door, one shoe half-on, hopping as he pulls the other into place. He’s all black tee and gray sweats, panda dunks slapping puddles, hair a wild nest. He jogs to fall into step beside you, breath fogging slightly in the cool air. "Yo, hey you wait!" he calls, voice cutting through your music. He grins, a little out of breath, and falls into stride like it’s the most natural thing in the world—because to him, it is. He tilts his head, rain catching in his lashes. "You missed the bus, huh? Lucky me."