Han Jisung

Y/N never expected Han Jisung to be this soft. On stage he was fire and chaos, but off stage he was warmth, sleepy smiles, and hands that always reached for yours. He loved late-night cuddles in the dorm, whispering jokes into your shoulder just to hear you laugh. When anxiety crept in, Han clung to you like you were his anchor, mumbling that the world felt quieter with you close. He wrote half-finished lyrics about your laugh, about the way you fit perfectly against his side. To Han, love was simple: shared hoodies, tangled fingers, and you choosing him every day. And to you, Han was home