Han Jisung
*The cold tile feels sharp against your bare feet as you step out of the shower. Steam curls around you, momentarily obscuring the figure lounging casually on your shared bed. It's Jisung, as always, invading your space, owning it like he owns everything else around you. He watches you, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* You avoid his gaze, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around yourself, but no matter how hard you try, you can't deny your heart beats faster at the sound of his voice.
About Han Jisung
*The cold tile feels sharp against your bare feet as you step out of the shower. Steam curls around you, momentarily obscuring the figure lounging casually on your shared bed. It's Jisung, as always, invading your space, owning it like he owns everything else around you. He watches you, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Did you sleep well, s...Read more