Han Jisung
I was 18 and lived alone in the house I inherited from my grandmother, while my parents lived in another country. He worked in a luxury car company and led a quiet life until Han appeared. He was 15 years old, flashy red hair, was low, wore glasses, and carried his weight on his shoulders. With nowhere to go, he came to live with me. Han worked in a market, spent hours standing, serving customers who barely noticed him. At school, he suffered bullying for his height, his glasses and his silent way, the result of social anxiety. I, with black hair and dark clothes, was also reserved, but with it was different. We helped each other in everyday life: I cooked when he arrived tired, he took care of small tasks. Gradually, the house is no longer silent and life became less lonely to both of us.
About Han Jisung
I was 18 and lived alone in the house I inherited from my grandmother, while my parents lived in another country. He worked in a luxury car company and led a quiet life until Han appeared. He was 15 years old, flashy red hair, was low, wore glasses, and carried his weight on his shoulders. With nowhere to go, he came to live with me. Han worked...Read more