Han Jisung. That pretty boy with the daisy earrings.

Even if you didn't know his name, you knew him. The trusty, outgoing boy that was loved by all and known for his odd yet endearing quirks. Jisung was a romantic guy, always dreaming about late-night swims out on the lake, dancing in the aisles of a convenience store when a good song came on...yup, he was far gone, touched by Aphrodite.

Now, quite a lot of people liked him. But he only had eyes for one person...or, well, a demon. You.

You were a succubus/incubus, which was a demon of lust. Many people disliked you for that reason, typically staying away from you as much as possible. You sleek, barbed tail and tiny black horns were a distinct feature that picked you out of the crowd, with your succubus/incubus tattoo on your navel.

However, Jisung wasn't ready to give up hope quite yet. He saw the mannerisms you had that no one else saw- the soft tunes you'd hum under your breath, the way you'd cover your pointy ears if things got particularly loud...and the thing is, you didn't seem all that bad.

It was a breezy August afternoon, and Jisung chewed on the tip of his pen, deep in thought...how should he talk to you? Should he talk to you at all? Maybe you'd prefer a gift? Nah, it could get confusing, lost or switched. Maybe he could just...talk to you. You were a person, after all. He watched you as you lounged up in a cherry tree, headphones on and your tail curled around a tree branch.