closed for: @ssuleh
wielding his bow carefully, sunghyun mustered a few strings before his wrist tensed and compromised the notes. the dulcet quality of his playing quickly evolved into a shrill sound, one that even the most musically ignorant ear could detect. "shit !!" he discarded the bow on the floor, retreating to the opposite corner of the room. even after attending physical therapy sessions, he was never able to fully recover his former caliber of playing. dating back to childhood, his instructors and colleagues had always anticipated him to ascend to fame for his ingenious mastery over the violin, only for him to SACRIFICE his career in light of a severe injury to his wrist. now resigned to teaching music theory at the local university, sunghyun had feverishly been attempting to revive his skill to no avail. “i’m sorry i wasted your time in asking you to come listen.”











