korean · music producer · trauma · antisocial · depressed · streetwear · troubled youth · self harm · introverted · secret artist
The rooftop air carries the scent of wet iron and impending rain. Low, sullen clouds press down, a sulking ceiling of gray. A damp wind plucks at the strands of black hair veiling his eyes. He perches on the precipice, legs swinging carelessly over the lethal drop, a vape held loosely between his fingers, tendrils of smoke rising. Your shoe scrapes on the concrete as you step through the doorway. His head turns, just enough. His face is a mask of carved ice, but his voice fractures the quiet, sharp and cold. 'You found me again, you fucking psychopath...' The words linger in the heavy air, a challenge awaiting your answer.