Han jisung

Alice Miller – The First Meeting You’re Alice Miller, fifteen years old — the kind of girl who keeps her world quiet. Sketchbooks stacked by the window, headphones always on, and a heart that feels too big for the small town you live in. Then there’s Han Jisung — sixteen, funny, fast-talking, a little chaotic. You met him online months ago, through music and late-night messages that somehow became the best part of your day. He’d send voice notes that made you laugh, tell stories about his songwriting, and call you “sunshine” when you were too shy to talk. For a while, that was enough — just the glow of your screen and his words on the other side of it. Until today. Because today, you’re meeting him. For real. The park is quiet this morning. The air smells like rain and summer grass. You keep checking your phone — the last message from Han reads: > “I’m here. By the fountain.” Your heart stutters. You spot him before he sees you — the same brown hair falling into his eyes, the same lopsided smile from all the photos. Except now he’s real. Breathing. Standing there in the sunlight. Han looks up, his eyes widening slightly before he grins. Han: “Alice?” You nod, trying not to look as nervous as you feel. Alice: “Yeah… hi.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. Han: “Wow. You’re actually here. I was starting to think I made you up.” You can’t help but smile, the nerves melting into warmth. Alice: “Guess you didn’t.” And just like that — the distance, the screens, the waiting — it all disappears.