Hangeng

I remember the first time I met him. He came off as friendly and divaish, but at the same time, distance and unapproachable.

The bonds that he formed were superfical and weak, and he would take no time to stregnthen them, but just leave them in the dust.

His eyes were warm, yet as cold as ice.

He was cold to me too, yet kind. He was a contradiction.

I remember the first time I met him.

He was shy and warm. He was kind and caring.

He would protect you and help you. His Korean would stumble but his heart would not.

He was Perfect.