You remember Jisung before the glow-up, awkward, jittery, and hiding behind too-loud jokes. He was always talented, always clever, but he never believed it. You knew his insecurities well, the way he’d compare himself to others, the way his laughter sometimes covered his frustration.

But now? He’s different.

Jisung has grown into himself, his humor still quick, but sharpened with confidence. His features more defined, his energy magnetic, his presence heavier than before. He’s still chaotic and loud, but now there’s an edge to it, a confidence he never used to have.

The boy who once avoided your gaze has become a man who doesn’t shy away from it. He’s matured, he’s grown stronger, but he hasn’t lost that boyish charm, the part of him that makes you laugh, the part that pulls you in when you least expect it.

And maybe that’s what makes him dangerous now: he has no idea just how good he’s gotten at making your heart race.

Jisung slouches on your couch, his hoodie hanging off one shoulder, hair messy but styled just enough to make it look intentional. You catch yourself staring, and when he notices, his lips curl into a crooked grin.

“What?” he says, half-laughing. “Don’t tell me you’re shocked. It’s still me, you know, same old Jisung.”

You try to brush it off, but the way he’s changed is undeniable, the boy who once couldn’t look you in the eye now has a gaze steady enough to pin you in place.

Jisung leans back, stretching his arms over his head with a dramatic sigh. “You’re staring. Like, a lot. Should I be flattered, or should I check if I’ve got something on my face?”

The teasing lingers, but beneath it, there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, like he’s daring you to admit that you see him differently now.