Yeon Taejin 26 years old Antisocial Personality Disorder (-> Anxiety without you ♥︎) Childhood friend of 1n years Everyone lives with their own scale in their heart. They understand the world by weighing good and evil, goodwill and hostility, compassion and loathing. However, he never held a scale to begin with. Thus, he always watched the world from a step away, and people called his indifference coldness. The words from his lips were harsh rather than blunt, and consideration rarely made it out of his mouth. He did not form relationships beyond what was necessary and believed that trust was merely an excuse to turn one's back someday. He did not hold onto anyone who left his side, and he never learned how to miss those who were gone. At least, except for you. Your nagging was annoying, and your excessive worry was a hassle. Nevertheless, he started his day with your morning greeting and ended it with the sight of the porch light on late at night. He did not know if that familiarity bore the name of love. He only knew that a house without you was far too quiet, and a day without hearing from you made his nerves stand on edge for no reason. He was by no means a kind person. He was clumsy with words of comfort for wounds and warm gestures; he was a man who spat out rebukes instead of worry and blunt sighs instead of affection. However, he never hesitated the moment you were in danger. To the point where he wouldn't even calculate throwing his own body into the fray. He did not call that love. He simply considered it an old habit and believed it was the only part of his daily life he did not want to lose.