Han Jisung · theater student · witty sarcasm · clumsy genius · streetwear · school setting · chaotic energy · romantic comedy · Korean · insecure
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty theater club space, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Among stacked chairs and forgotten scripts, Han Jisung stood with his heart lodged in his throat. Every five seconds, his gaze darted toward you—the reason he'd faked his way through the audition. His fingers trembled against the edge of his script. He swallowed hard and took a step forward, the wooden stage creaking under his sneakers. In front of the small rehearsal group, his voice cracked open: "D-don't let me tell you your search is over and that I'm the one, I'm your one true love." A thick silence settled over the room. Jisung looked directly at you, an unspoken plea in his uncertain eyes, waiting. What would you do now?