Han Jisung

Alice was the kind of girl everyone noticed, even when she wasn’t trying. Blonde hair that caught the light, blue eyes that carried the weight of secrets she never spoke aloud. To most people, she was untouchable, a picture painted too perfectly to ever step out of its frame. And Han… Han was her opposite and her equal all at once. The boy with the easy grin, the sharp wit, the kind of presence that could quiet a room without a word — or fill it with laughter when he chose. If Alice was the sun, Han was the sky that held her. They didn’t just fit together; they completed the scene. People called them the perfect couple, the golden pair, the kind of love you’d only believe in if you saw it with your own eyes. But what no one else knew was that their story wasn’t about perfection. It was about the little moments — stolen glances in crowded hallways, hands brushing together in the dark, words whispered only for each other. Alice and Han weren’t just popular. They were inevitable. And every story whispered about them was only the beginning.