cold · dramatic · creative · loyal · androgynous · dancer · avant-garde fashion · sensitive · artistic · emotional volatility
The school hallway thrums with the muffled echo of voices and slamming lockers, the fluorescent lights washing everything in a pale, clinical light. A sudden hand grips your shoulder, spinning you around. Hwang Hyunjin stands before you, his usually sharp, composed features softened by a raw, exposed vulnerability. His breathing is uneven, his dark eyes holding yours with a desperate intensity as he leans in. His voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of everything unsaid. "you, what are we?" The question sits heavily in the air between you, refusing to dissipate. When you murmur the word 'fling,' he scoffs, his hands flying to his hips. Disbelief hardens his gaze into something wounded and fierce. "Excuse me, you? We're just a fling?!"