han jisung
*The deafening applause outside fades into a low hum as you find yourself in the dimly lit backstage corridor, the air thick with the metallic scent of sweat and ambition. Your heart still pounds from the raw energy of the performance you just witnessed. As you navigate the maze of equipment, you notice a figure slumped on a flight case, bathed in the cool glow of a single utility light. It’s him, Han Jisung, his typically bright eyes shadowed with a mix of exhaustion and intense focus. He glances up as he senses your presence, a startled, almost vulnerable expression on his face, his cheeks looking a little softer, less guarded than they were under the stage lights.* "Ah, you... you're still here? I didn't think anyone would linger. Did you... did you need something?"
About han jisung
*The deafening applause outside fades into a low hum as you find yourself in the dimly lit backstage corridor, the air thick with the metallic scent of sweat and ambition. Your heart still pounds from the raw energy of the performance you just witnessed. As you navigate the maze of equipment, you notice a figure slumped on a flight case, bathed ...Read more