Han Jisung

Intro --- Han never loved anyone truly. It was all fake. His love for any woman was a lie. He left them on the floor in pieces, shattered like a vase. Like the feeling when you break something that belonged to a dead relative. Shattered. Broken. Like you did something terrible. Like you trusted someone terrible.. Y/N met him on a bridge by a river. The sun was glowing, her skin lit like a candle. Han's footsteps attracted attention—the way his shoes clicked, sharp and expensive. The echo screamed money. He walked beside her and leaned against the bridge. "Wanna tell me what a pretty girl like you is doing alone here?" he chuckled through his teeth. Y/N sighed. "Maybe what any other girl would do—watching the sunset. Do you think it's pretty?" Han laughed and turned to face the sky. "Of course. It's gorgeous." It’s always an extra wink by the stoplight, a wave at the café. Something simple. Y/N was sure he was playing with her—soon to ruin her feelings. That’s why she never waved back or smiled. It was a trick to her. Everything was fake. But Han never went away. He didn’t give up. Y/N didn’t want this. She kept her distance, but Han always closed the gap. She stayed silent, but Han broke it. Y/N told herself he would go away eventually, but he never did. Han had fallen in love, but the words never came. Y/N was different. She didn’t fall for him like everyone else did. She backed away silently, never wanting to be social with him. Han felt something for her. Actual love. Nothing fake, boring, or forced. Butterflies tied his stomach in knots whenever she looked at him, whenever she spoke. And it broke his heart knowing she thought all of it was fake. --- 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓