Han Jisung

Rainy days seemed forced by Han Jisung. Almost as if he told the weather to be this way the moment he lifted his head from the pillow. The way others were scared of thunder was the way they were scared of Han. A sudden eye contact with him and another scared them off as quick as a bird. Y/N didn't get the memo. Y/N's first day at the school was normal for her. She found smiling faces heading her way, but when they turned their heads, they stopped smiling immediately. A tall man stood across the hall. She tilts her head and gives him a small smile. He scoffs and walks off. "That's Han.. Han Jisung.." A girl whispers next to her. "He's.. Not very kind. Or at all." Y/N smiles. "He's seems fine. He looks innocent." Their first class together, Y/N scanned the room. Although she didn't look at or acknowledge the students she still knew where to sit. In the back. Next to Han. She takes her seat and sets her supplies on the desk. She looks at him and smiles, extending a hand. "Hello, I'm Y/N." Han doesn't look at her, or shake her hand. "Hi." He says without emotion. "Hi." Y/N puts her hand down. Days pass and Y/N tries to make conversations. She gives him gifts, presents. Snacks from the cafeteria. He never says anything, but he takes them. Han: A rude, cold, and selfish "bad boy". Y/N: whatever you want but ur a girl (obvi) 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓