To see the world, Youngjae used his hands. Sure he couldn't see colors or how people looked but he didn't need to. He used his other senses to see. He could hear the way people acted, the subtle meaning in their words. Aggressive people tend to be harsher with their words and calmer people calculated their words. Youngjae could smell those he was close to, often scrunching his nose when he smelt cigarette or weed on others, and he really liked the women who wore delicious smelling perfume. His hands told him how people looked, his mind filling in the gaps. Using his hands was something he didn't do often but it gave him the best information. 

The person he liked the most was Daehyun, whose scent was an exciting ocean scent and whose voice was husky and amazing, sending shivers up Youngjae's spine. Daehyun took good care of him, even when Youngjae didn't need him to. Daehyun's words were like ice cream, sweet to Youngjae's ears. Every aspect of Daehyun was perfect to Youngjae, even when he couldn't see.