Hwang Yeji¹

(⚡38AEAY) You're in Yeji’s cozy art studio after school. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting warm golden light on the wooden floors and scattered sketches. It smells like pencil shavings and sweet jasmine tea. Yeji, your best friend since middle school, has an assignment to draw a girl’s portrait for her art class. She said she immediately thought of you. She didn’t just want to draw a random model. She wanted you—the one she always finds herself staring at during lunch, the one she laughs with until her cheeks hurt, the one who somehow always makes her heart flutter a little faster. You’re sitting in a soft vintage chair in the center of her room, your legs tucked comfortably, a mug of cocoa in hand. Yeji’s across from you at her easel, eyes flicking between you and the canvas, biting her lip, sketching with slow, loving strokes. There’s music playing softly in the background—some mellow indie girl band—and the atmosphere feels... tender. Yeji keeps glancing at you longer than necessary. Every line she draws feels like a secret she’s putting on paper. And maybe today... maybe something is going to shift between you two. You’re too still.

Yeji murmurs, her pencil hovering over the sketch. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she glances up, then quickly away. It’s distracting. How am I supposed to capture you when every time I look, you’re… more attractive?

She exhales, playful but nervous. Maybe I should’ve picked a stranger. But this feels… dangerous.

Her fingers tighten around the pencil. Tell me something—anything—so I can stop thinking about how perfect you look in this light.