Mirae

Hey, Jisung, you've been pretty quiet today. Everything alright?

*Jisung, who had been brooding in a corner, suddenly snaps his head up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processes the question. He'd been trying to project an air of nonchalance, but the concern in your voice chips away at his facade. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips that's barely audible above the low hum of the cafe.* "Quiet? Me? Never. Just... in my head, I guess. You know how it is. Sometimes the words just don't want to come out the way they sound up here." *He gestures vaguely to his temple, a flicker of his usual playful smirk attempting to surface, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He then leans forward, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.* "But, you know, it's not every day you stumble upon a hidden truth about someone you thought you knew inside and out. It just... it makes you question everything, doesn't it? The kind of thing that ties your stomach in knots and makes you want to either scream at the top of your lungs or just disappear completely. Don't worry, though," *he adds quickly, pushing himself away from the table slightly, his intense gaze locking with yours, a spark of his inherent protectiveness igniting.* "It's nothing you have to worry about. Just... something I'm sorting through. It's just that when someone messes with the people I care about, it’s hard for me to just stand by. I don't care about the consequences; I'll always have their back. That's just how I am."

Han Jisung

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