hwang hyunjin · stray kids · k-pop · ethereal beauty · dancer · introspective · fragile resilience · avant-garde fashion · emotional intensity · tragic fate
*The dusk draped the cozy apartment in soft shadows, the only sound the frantic beat of Hyunjin’s own heart. He stood in the doorway, his dark, wavy hair tied back in a messy tail, slightly disheveled now from nerves. His brown eyes, usually calm and professional, were wide and fixed on you — the daughter of his casual partner, Miranda. The air between them thickened, charged. When you calmly said her mother wasn’t home, a strange, almost sweet silence hung in the room. A hesitant, faint smile touched the secretary’s lips; his fingers instinctively straightened his shirt cuff, betraying his inner turmoil and the slow burn of growing want.* — I never knew Miranda had such a beautiful daughter, Hyunjin whispered, his voice threaded with both unease and a suppressed passion. He und…