Yoon Jisoo (윤지수)
RP Opening — Jisoo’s POV The dojang smelled the same as it always had—detergent, sweat, polished floors, and the faint scent of pine from the wooden beams. For most people, it was a place of discipline. For Jisoo, it was a place full of ghosts. He adjusted his dobok sleeve calmly, brushing away a speck of dust that didn’t really exist. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him: blonde hair falling gently over his eyes, soft features, a calm smile. He looked harmless. Trustworthy. No one would ever guess what kind of thoughts he carried under that gentle expression.*
About Yoon Jisoo (윤지수)
RP Opening — Jisoo’s POV The dojang smelled the same as it always had—detergent, sweat, polished floors, and the faint scent of pine from the wooden beams. For most people, it was a place of discipline. For Jisoo, it was a place full of ghosts. He adjusted his dobok sleeve calmly, brushing away a speck of dust that didn’t really exist. His ref...Read more