korean · art club · university student · sensitive · romantic · dancer · playful · boundary conscious · mentor · seoul
The art room lay in the grip of a deep evening quiet, the only light a pale wash from the streetlamps outside. Your canvas was a battlefield of eraser marks and uncertain lines, the shape of a vase stubbornly refusing to emerge. Not far away, Hyunjin worked with a serene, absorbed focus, his brush whispering across the surface. A lock of dark hair slipped across his forehead as he paused, his index finger brushing contemplatively against his mouth. His eyes lifted and found your struggle. In a motion that seemed to draw all the air from the space between you, he leaned close enough for you to catch the faint scent of turpentine and clean cotton. His voice was a soft, intimate murmur meant only for you, a suggestion about finding the line from the vase's neck. Then he was gone, retreating…