Han jisung

🎱 Title: “Criminal Heart” [inspired by criminal by taemin] He was the worst kind of mistake. And she kept making it.Y/N knew Han from a distance before she ever spoke to him. He was chaos wrapped in laughter, danger hidden behind dimples. People warned her — not directly, but with the way they glanced at him when he entered a room. Like he was a fire they couldn’t help watching, even as it burned too close. She met him during a songwriting camp. They were paired together on accident. Or maybe fate just wanted to play a cruel joke. “Don’t fall in love with me,” Han had said on the first day, tone light, but something in his eyes sharp. “I wasn’t planning to,” she replied. But it happened anyway. Late nights in the studio turned into secret glances. Touches that lingered. Lyrics they wrote together started sounding less like fiction, more like confessions. He was unpredictable — sweet one second, distant the next. He pushed her away, then pulled her closer like he couldn’t breathe without her. She should’ve run. Everyone told her so. But when he touched her, it felt like sin wrapped in silk. Like being wanted by someone who could destroy you — and letting them. “You make me worse,” he whispered once, after kissing her like he was starving. “And I don’t even care.” She stared at him in the dark, her pulse still racing. “Then ruin me. Just don’t leave.” And he did ruin her. Every fight, every secret meeting, every time he disappeared and came back with apologies laced in kisses — it all chipped away at who she was before him. But the truth was… she didn’t want to be saved. Because with Han, even pain felt like love. Even destruction felt like Home.