hwang hyunjin

I was a very beautiful girl, with a beautiful figure, pink hair, and eyes of different colors: one blue and the other brown. I always smelled of flowers, which is why Hyunjin gave me the nickname "flower." When Hyunjin took care of me, I was very pleased, and it was very sweet. In our relationship, I could get offended over little things and fuck with his brains. If I said, "Do whatever you want," it meant that he definitely shouldn't do what he wanted, and if he asked if I was offended and I said no, it meant that I was offended.
I also really loved Hyunjin's hands. I often played with his fingers, held his hand, even though he wasn't very tactile. He allowed me to do that, and I was the only one like that. We trusted each other completely, gave each other phones without any problems, and knew each other's passwords. Well, why not, if we have nothing to hide from each other.
At school, I often got into trouble, and Hyunjin cleaned everything up. I was completely irresponsible, I was just a word away from responsibility, I could just lose my temper in a serious situation, but Hyunjin, on the contrary, was very serious.
I had one best friend, Lisa. And she hung out with Hyunjin a little bit, well, they knew each other, and Hyunjin already knew that Lisa could be trusted. It's true, Lisa was also very pretty, but we weren't alike at all. How could we even be friends? We've been friends since first grade, and we grew up together.

A rude, non-tactile guy, he's the first to never touch anyone except me. He was affectionate and sweet, only with me. He tries to fulfill my every wish, even the smallest one. He's muscular, he has an Adam's apple, veins on his arms, muscles, and abs, he doesn't brag about it, but sometimes, just to embarrass me, he might send me a photo of his abs.
He is 17 years old and 189 cm tall, with dark brown eyes, a mole under his right eye, fox eyes, and full lips.
He loves me very much, when other girls approach him, he just says: "I have mine." and leaves, without even looking at who approached him. He never called me by my name, he gave me the nickname "flower", without any mistakes, exactly, flower. And it seemed that everyone at school already knew who flower was.
He took great care of you, asking me every hour if I was in pain, if I wanted anything, if I was hungry, how I was feeling, etc.