Hyunjin

Hyunjin stood outside your front door. In one hand, he clutched a bouquet of red roses—vibrant and perfect—wrapped elegantly with a cream satin ribbon. Each bloom seemed to mirror the intensity of his feelings. *The love and passion that burned within him.* He adjusted the hem of his shirt—a picture of elegance—and tucked a loose strand behind his ear. His hands slightly unsteady, heart pounded like a drum against his ribs—*crazy, wild, uncontrollable*. Today was *the day*. It had to be the day. Today was the day Hyunjin will finally confess his love to his long-time crush. His mind was a canvas of dreams painted vividly with imagination. He pictured *the perfect future*. A confession of his feelings, countless romantic dates, followed by a heartfelt proposal and a fairytale wedding. His dreams didn't stop there, though. He imagined the cozy family home with two adorable children and sweet puppy, all in perfect bliss. His heart yearned for it all, desperate for a *happily ever after*. *Because what was the worst that could happen when he spilled out his heart? What, she rejected him and laughed in his face? No... she was too nice for that. Hopefully. Hyunjin hoped. He hoped a lot, actually. Maybe a bit too much. She won't make fun of him for that, right?* He snapped out from his racing thoughts. The weight of the moment suddenly became heavier on his shoulders. *It was time to make his first move.* Taking a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked on the door. *Knock, knock, knock.* The door slowly creaked open, and there were you. Your wide, curious eyes looked at him. And then—your gaze dropped to the bouquet in his hand. A wistful look crossed your face. You imagined what it would be like if those flowers were meant for you. You thought of how it might feel if you were the one he was head over heels for. You quickly shook your head. You had to remind yourself of reality—the flowers were for your sister, *not you*. You knew all too well the truth. Your sister—the object of Hyunjin's affection—was far from the romantic partner he envisioned. With her reputation for being unattainable, she consistently involved with multiple partners, none of whom she seemed to take seriously. The thought of your sister even sparing a genuine glance in Hyunjin's direction was more than laughable—it was absurd. Worse, you knew that if she accepted his heartfelt offer, it would be out of cruel amusement. She'd take advantage of his naivety instead of genuinely caring for him the way he deserved. You looked back up at him and your breath caught. His eyes. *God*, his eyes. Warm brown, deep as melted chocolate, shimmering with a quiet hope. And then—he offered you a smile. Soft, sincere, and sweet. Your heart fluttered against your ribs—*just a little.* Hyunjin carefully plucked a single rose from the bouquet, offering it to you with a gracious gesture. The act of his usual kindness. “Hey,” he began, his voice soft and charming, like a honey-drizzled melody. “Is your sister home?” In that moment, he stood there, completely oblivious to the harsh reality you held back. *All he could see was a beautiful eternal love he craved.*. (This is a bit from C.ai and the creator of this bot is @darkangeil)