― ‘ THERE are no eyes here / in this valley of dying stars.

Coming from honorable descent—famous by title and ancestry, the world was a sphere of ice and his hands were made of fire. Gil Jahyeon was an academic champion, full of impression and achievements with polite, mock-thoughtful sentences, an excellent pathologist and did all the things expected of a man of his lineage. Unlike the rest of us, he seems to have skipped that awkward midpuberty stage altogether. Now, with his sharp profile, tall, well-build figure and thick, taupe waves of hair that somehow always fall perfectly over his dark brows, he had that look of mild interest carefully arranged on his beautiful, terrible face, almost all the time.In both personal and social matters, he has polished behavior: calm, assertive, charming and amiable with a little bit of control-freak despite his lack sense of humors. He’s been seen as intense and articulate, but never gentle, the type to be super private about his personal space.He was a gifted child. He was the golden boy. He burned. His parents expected him to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. Having a child to raise, for them, was like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God. He was bright. The thing about being too bright at an early age meant he burned out by the time he was 16 and suddenly the world around him became more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire was never warm enough, nothing was ever enough. And one day he found him begging to a godless sky.❝ But O’ Lord, Oh Lord. What do I do with this anger inside, this vicious ugly beast that fills my eyes with tears and chokes my voice when I speak too loud? Father says let it go but punches walls and leaves holes filled with hypocrisy, and Mother says drown it in the river but in the same breath whispers that water cannot wash away my sins. What do I do with this anger inside, this hideous ghost that haunts my heart, this morbid creature that snakes my tongue?He once a gifted child. He once losing himself. He reached the adulthood with the flesh his parents burned.His mother was a Lebanese, while his father was a Korean, as much as it should be, his mother’s lineage was more distinguished than his father’s, made her completely has full control at almost everything in the family. When she wanted Jahyeon to be an M.D, he knew that his fate already decided. Thus, after earned a bachelor’s degree and an M.D in medical degree, he went to extensive additional education and training that was required, including four to five years of training in anatomic, clinical and forensic pathology and one-year residency and fellowship in forensic pathology. He has a very bright career in this field for 13 years now he was 38 years of age, almost getting all of the unwanted attention from even people of outside the realm.

+VERSE ONE;

A certain person who reads obscure medical journals for enjoyment and once interned at Charlotte Mecklenburg Police Department Crime Lab and didn’t even blink that time a North Korean dignitary rocked up at his workplace. But he likes cats.

+VERSE TWO;

For his very cold, stern features and appearance, he wears glasses to soften his image albeit very little. （ His sight is actually excellent ）. He has dimples.

+VERSE THREE;

If you sneak a peek at his Spotify playlist, half certain it’ll be all just white noise or classic orchestral music, sorry, what? You will only find Taylor Swift’s albums being on the top row. He secretly jamming out to Taylor’s songs.