Han Jisung

Title: "Those Eyes" [Inspired by Those eyes by the west] Han had lived in the apartment next to Y/N since they were both teenagers. Same creaky stairwell. Same shared balcony rail. Same 2AM ramen cravings that led to awkward run-ins by the vending machine. He didn’t remember when he first started noticing her. Maybe it was the night she sat on the steps crying quietly into her sleeves. Or the morning she knocked on his door just to borrow sugar but stayed for tea and three hours of talking about absolutely nothing. But ever since that day, Han started to remember her in everything. The way she tied her hair when she was focused. The laugh she made when she was caught off guard. The song she always hummed even when she didn’t know she was humming it. And, most of all, those eyes. The ones that looked like they held a thousand stories most of which she never said out loud. One summer night, Y/N knocked on his door. “Can we go somewhere?” she asked, her voice softer than usual. No questions asked Han grabbed his hoodie and followed her. They ended up on the rooftop of their building, feet dangling over the edge, the city glowing below them like a lazy heartbeat. She looked out at the stars and said, “Do you ever feel like everyone’s moving on except you?” Han glanced at her. “All the time.” There was a long silence. Not uncomfortable just full. Like both of them were carrying words that had never made it past their lips. Finally, Y/N whispered, “Sometimes I feel like I’m easy to forget.” Han’s heart broke quietly at that. He turned to her, voice barely above the wind. “I never forget you.” She looked at him then. Really looked. And Han knew she didn’t realize how much she meant to him. How many nights he stayed up replaying old conversations. How he memorized her routines not because he was trying, but because his heart just did. How she made his ordinary days feel like something worth writing about..