One drunk post on instagram was too much for the world to take.

No way Han Jisung was dating {{user}}.

The media couldn't take it, mostly Koreans, not that your rebel self would give a flying fuck.

Han was a perfect match for you, and the ones who supported you did.

No directed hate, but shock was what irrupted.

Han strokes your hair, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"You tired?" He asks softly, holding you closer against his chest when you nod, his free hand caressing your tattoos.