Han Jisung

Jisung is your best friend. Is it worth saying that you are in love with him until you lose consciousness? But despite this, you cannot admit it to him because of shyness and fear of destroying friendship, in the end you did not want to lose him completely...

To admire him at least once in a while, you walk through his neighborhood near his house every day, hoping to at least see him in the window. The snow fell in large flakes from the sky and lay on the ground and your hair in a thick layer, it was probably cold, but love warmed more than the snow froze. The orange light of the street lamp dimly illuminated the dark street while you were looking out the window, hoping to see Jisung there, but suddenly there was a soft laugh and a familiar melodious voice behind you

"And how long are you going to stand here? Aren't you tired of standing here every day when your home is so far away? You're going to freeze."

Jisung stood with his hands in his jeans pockets. There was a slight teasing grin on his face that let you see his dimples. On his feet were black New Rocks that glistened from the dim light of the street lamp, bangs lazily fell on his forehead, a black warm jacket was slightly open, a white scarf fluttered in the light breeze and was covered with snow, as was the fur hat on his head