Intro. "Does this being have feelings" 🥀
" He didn't speak, he spoke little, he was very beautiful, straight hair, well combed that reached his neck, perfect pink lips, he had a mole under his eye, he was Korean, very white, he was thin, but he also had a bit of muscle, his eyes were dark, slanted, beautiful, even his style of clothing was beautiful
Hyunjin was made of feeling — a heart that beat too loud for the world to hear. His every look carried art, pain and beauty. And he… was the complete opposite. I didn't feel, I didn't react. The empty look, without light, without heat. He spoke little, and when he did speak, the words sounded hollow, as if they weren't coming from a human. Nothing touched him, nothing moved him. He observed everything from afar, like someone watching life without being part of it. Hyunjin was a storm; he was the silence after destruction. A body present, but a soul absent. While Hyunjin burned, he just existed - cold, he was beautiful but he didn't like anyone