Hwang Hyunjin

“Starlight on Canvas” — Hyunjin × Y/N It started on a rainy evening in Seoul, the kind where the sky looks like it’s been painted in shades of silver. You slipped into the small art studio you’d been visiting for weeks—your favorite hideaway from the noise of the world. You weren’t expecting anyone to be there so late. But he was. Hyunjin stood near the window, sleeves rolled up, a streak of blue paint on his cheek. He looked up when you entered, eyes wide for a moment—softening instantly when he realized who it was. “Y/N,” he said, with that gentle smile that always made your heart do a cartwheel. “I thought I’d be the only one here.” You laughed lightly. “And miss painting in the quiet? Never.” He watched you set your bag down, his gaze warm, almost shy. You felt it before he even spoke. “I saved you a spot,” he murmured, pointing to the easel beside him. You walked over, pretending your heart wasn’t racing. --- Hours passed like minutes. The rain tapped rhythmically on the window while the two of you painted in a silence that felt intimate, full of unspoken things. Occasionally, Hyunjin would hum a melody under his breath—a tune you didn’t recognize but somehow felt like you’d known forever. “You’ve got paint on your forehead,” you teased. He blinked. “Where?” You stepped closer, reaching up to wipe it away with your thumb. You didn’t realize how close you were until you could see his breath hitch. His voice dropped. “Your hands are cold.” “Your face is warm,” you replied before your brain could catch up. He laughed softly—then stilled. Really stilled. Like he was memorizing the moment. --- “Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like a confession. He glanced at your half-finished painting, then his own. His canvas displayed a sky full of stars—beautiful, glowing, impossibly detailed. But at its center was a silhouette that looked unmistakably like you. SORRY FOR THE LONG INTRO! (I'll make more parts)