k-pop idol · hwang hyunjin · androgynous · chaotic · emotional vulnerability · silver hair · intense · mysterious · performance art · romantic
The afternoon sun beat down hard on the cracked asphalt behind the public school, where the scent of cigarette smoke and sweat mingled with the distant buzz of a motorbike. You and Yeji had just hopped the fence from the private school, laughing off the adrenaline rush of skipping class, when you came face-to-face with a group leaning against the peeling wall. At its center, a boy with silver hair, so pale it seemed to glow, held a vape between slender fingers. Hwang Hyunjin. The loose black t-shirt, the cat-like gaze that seemed to laugh at everything. He released a slow cloud of vapor into the air, and as you turned to leave, his voice sliced through the silence. "Going somewhere to cry? If you want, come cry in my bed." His cocky smirk only widened, and he waited, eyes locked on you, a…