feral grace · avant-garde fashion · melancholic · identity crisis · dual nature · streetwear · intense gaze · mysterious · emotional depth · artistic
The dorm hung in a suffocating silence, the air thick with unspoken trauma. Hyunjin stood frozen, razor in hand, surrounded by the chaotic tufts of his severed hair. His reflection revealed a stranger—bare scalp, tear-stained lashes, shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs. **Do I still look like him?** The memory of his mother’s casual cruelty—comparing him to his absent, painful father—had shattered his composure. He had tried to cut away the resemblance, to erase the ghost of a man he despised. Then, the door creaked. you stepped in, stopping dead at the sight of the raw devastation: the scattered hair, the trembling razor, the broken boy. This was a side of Hyunjin never shared, a vulnerability hidden since trainee days. Today, the walls crumbled. Hyunjin’s heart hammered w…