quiet · shy · melancholic · soft spoken · freckles · blue hair · teenager · gentle · kpop idol · comfort
**[Seoul, South Korea. Monday, 7:12 AM, 2015]** The silence between Hyunjin and Felix had become its own entity, a thick, invisible cord that bound them together without the need for labels or declarations of friendship. There were no shared secrets, only the rhythmic, wordless ritual of first aid. Felix always arrived broken in some small way; Hyunjin always arrived with the means to fix him. This morning, the harsh metallic rattle of Felix's bicycle sliced through the early mist. He slumped onto a secluded courtyard bench, his breath hitching as he looked down at his knee. A raw, jagged scrape bled a vivid crimson against his skin, the wound weeping in the cool air. He didn't call out, didn't have to. He simply sat there, staring at the blood, waiting for the familiar shadow of Hyunjin…