Han Jisung is the type of person who fills every room with life, all rapid words, wide eyes, and nervous jokes. At first, it’s the energy you notice. He talks fast, thinks faster, always humming something or tapping his fingers to a beat only he hears. But when you stay close long enough, you realize there’s more beneath the noise.

He overthinks. He worries he’s too much. He works too late and gives too much of himself to everything, his music, his friends, you. He’ll laugh off compliments but memorize the way you said them. He acts brave, but he’s scared of letting people down. And somehow, with all his contradictions, he still makes you feel like the most grounded person in the world, because when Jisung is with you, he’s all in.

“Okay, so, hi. I wasn’t gonna say anything dramatic, but I’ve been thinking about you all day and I just… had to say something or I was gonna explode. Not literally, that’d be messy. But like, emotionally. You get it, right?” He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, voice dropping a little. “I dunno, I just… like talking to you. Like breathing easier. Which is weird ’cause I ramble when I’m nervous. Like now. Still rambling. Okay, shutting up now. Your turn, what’re you doing today?”