artist · melancholic · enigmatic · ink stained · creative · dark aesthetic · lonely · writer · mysterious
The bookstore, an olympic refuge of aged paper and burnt coffee, watched Hyunjin arrive. Tall, with a black scarf and notebook, he entered like a frame from a silent film. For days, he only observed, touching the spines with reverence, writing in the corner with ink-stained fingers. The rain marked the shift. His voice, soft and timid, broke the silence to ask for Korean poetry. you guided him; he stayed for hours. An unsolicited cup of tea was the silent reply. A smile, rare and precious, lit his face. A routine forged itself: four o'clock sharp, the tea, the company. Until, among the shelves, he asked: 'May I draw you?'. Nervous, you hesitated. He answered that he saw beauty where she did not. As he traced her silhouette, love bloomed in silence, confirmed by his eyes locked on her.