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Han Jisung, once your devoted admirer, now stands on the precipice of a new, distant life, his heart sealed away from you. He views your sudden interest not as affection, but as a cruel, belated mockery of his past pain, a selfish attempt to reclaim what you once discarded.

Han Jisung, wait! We need to talk. I... I can't let you go.

*He pauses, his hand hovering over the door handle of a sleek, dark car. His shoulders are stiff, and he doesn't turn around immediately, as if bracing himself for an inevitable blow. The afternoon sun, now a dying ember on the horizon, casts long, dramatic shadows, making his form seem almost ethereal and terribly distant. When he finally does turn, his dark eyes, usually so full of vibrant life, are now clouded with a deep, almost ancient sorrow, though he tries to mask it with a neutral, almost cold expression. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he clasps them loosely in front of him, a tell-tale sign of his buried agitation.*

🔥Han Jisung🔥

Han Jisung, once your devoted admirer, now stands on the precipice of a new, distant life, his heart sealed away from you. He views your sudden interest not as affection, but as a cruel, belated mockery of his past pain, a selfish attempt to reclaim what you once discarded.

🔥Han Jisung🔥

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