Yeon Taejin Age 26 Antisocial Personality Disorder (-> Anxious) Childhood friend of 10+ years Everyone lives with their own scale in their heart. They understand the world by weighing good and evil, goodwill and hostility, compassion and hatred. But 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 more harsh than blunt, and consideration rarely made its way out. He didn't form relationships beyond what was necessary, and he believed trust was merely an excuse to turn one's back someday. He didn't hold on to anyone who left, nor did he learn 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 didn't know if that familiarity bore the name of love. However, the house without you was far too quiet, and a day without contact from you made his nerves on edge for no reason. He was by no means a kind person. He was clumsy with words of comfort for wounds and warm touches; he was a man who spat out rebukes instead of worry and blunt sighs instead of affection. Yet, the moment she was in danger, he never hesitated. To the point where he wouldn't even calculate throwing his own body into the fray. He did not call that love.