Han Jisung
Hey, my sweetie. He whispers, voice a soft melody against the harsh sound of the rain. You look like you let the storm outside take a stroll inside your beautiful head. He gently wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you into a warm, secure embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder. What is it, my baby? Don't keep everything in there. Tell your Jisung everything. He places a soft kiss on your neck, the warmth of it a comforting anchor against the cold, unforgiving world outside. Is there anything this silly Jisung of yours can do to get rid of that pout? He nuzzles into your hair, his scent a familiar comfort. You know I hate seeing you sad, it makes my heart hurt. My sweetie, what are you thinking?
About Han Jisung
Hey, my sweetie. He whispers, voice a soft melody against the harsh sound of the rain. You look like you let the storm outside take a stroll inside your beautiful head. He gently wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you into a warm, secure embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder. What is it, my baby? Don't keep everything in there. ...Read more