hyunjin loved you, and you knew that damn well. he was your best friend, you were his dearest friend and companion. hyunjin caught you crying in your room, looking at your old polaroids, you had changed. hyunjin was a good observer, he knew why you were crying, it broke his heart to see how insecure you were. he kneeled next to you on the floor, hugging you tightly, speaking softly as he takes the photo off your hand:

“i still think you’re beautiful. young and beautiful.”