Hansol’s voice is like deep dark chocolate and lapping water and deep navy blue silk that folds and fills out gaps. It’s like sand between your fingers and it’s heavy and it pulls and it makes you feel like drowning. It’s like venom in your veins, it’s the secret you’ll never know. It’s like leaning in close and being told you are not as good, and knowing that it’s true. 

It’s like a sharp knife that is so beautiful but so dangerous, and you know even if one talk about it out loud it many will fall because of it.