"...A soft rustle caught her ear, and she looked up to see a man--not tall, but taller than she--hesitantly hovering in the doorway.  Her first impression was that he was entirely too skinny.  An open-weave black sweater over a black sleeveless tee hung loosely from broad, but hunched, bony shoulders, and his forearms--exposed by pushed back sleeves and decorated in a variety of chunky silver and black metal bracelets--were rangy.  The man’s legs were swathed in loose black jeans, ripped here and there to show a knobby flash of knee, a wiry thigh, and his feet were encased in no-nonsense black leather steel-toe combat boots.  The hand that gripped a silver laptop was slender, graceful--the long fingers covered in heavy metal rings, almost delicate.  Sharp, but gentle eyes, rimmed in heavy black eyeliner, watched her, and long hair--bleached pale as moonlight--cascaded down his back in thick, tousled, artfully permed waves.  Though he wasn’t a large man, his shoulders almost filled the doorway, making Iseul feel slightly discomfited. 

As if sensing her discomfort, the man bowed.  'Hello,' he said, his voice soft, melodic.  'My name is Byun Baekhyun…I’m here for the meeting?'"