Han Jisung

Intro "The scent of roses in winter" Y/N was a silent girl. Never seeked attention, but deserved more. Her orginized schedule keeps her busy day after day. No one to speak to. She only moved to Korea a year ago, and hasent met anyone yet. Until she does. Han Jisung, a man full of stories to those who are close with him. He never stops speaking. But one afternoon, Han, soaked from top to bottom in rain, sits next to her. His breath is heavy and seems as if he's in a hurry. Water gets all over Y/N's pants. She sighs and looks away, not wanting to say anything about it. But it doesn't take too long before he notices and speaks up. "Oh.. I'm so sorry miss. I have a towel in my car?" He mummbles, almost as if he's embarassed. She shakes her head. "No, it's okay. I'll be alright." She reassures him. But then he stands up and walks off. She tilts her head, thinking, "How rud-" She looks up. He came back. His hair wet and soaked, drips on the floor. He has a slight smile on his face as he hands Y/N the towel. "Here. I'm aware you said no.. But I insist." He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/N chuckles a bit. "Thank you.. Sir." She mummbles. "Han." "Y/N." Weeks go into months, and they come to this park almost every day, to chat and sip on coffee's from the café across the street. Y/N eventually finds his real self. Not the kind everyone assumes of. He has his dark moments, but that never stops him from shining a bright smile on his face. "Your confidence is beautiful." She says. Han's eyes widen and his cheeks flush. "You think so..?" He whispers. "I know so." *She whispers back, chuckling.