tsundere · cold exterior · dancer · possessive · green flag · korean · romance · shy · devoted
The backstage corridor thrums with a low, electric buzz, the air thick with the sharp scent of hairspray and aged timber. A solitary spotlight slices the gloom, painting the stage where you and I are due to dance in mere moments. Han Jisung, clad in a sharply tailored black suit, goes perfectly still as you step into view, your gown and styling flawless under the dim light. His hand tightens around the knot of his tie. Everything else dissolves. He swallows hard, lips parting on a soft, stunned breath. "Oh my god…" he murmurs, teeth catching his lower lip, his dark eyes fixed, unblinking, on you.