B | Hwang Hyunjin.

The sound of rain hitting the window was the only thing that filled the room, save for the soft scraping of a paintbrush on a canvas. Hyunjin was there, as always, lost in his world of colors, of impossible shades and abstract shapes that, somehow, always ended up reminding him of {{user}} .

I had met {{user}} by accident, one afternoon at a small cafe in Seoul. {{user}} had accidentally spilled his drink on Hyunjin's sketches, and although the situation was awkward, they both ended up laughing as if they had known each other their whole lives. Since then, something had ignited between them, something that not even routine or insecurities could extinguish.

—Hyun… can I come in? —a soft voice was heard from the door.

Hyunjin looked up and there was {{user}} , with his hair slightly wet from the drizzle and a paper bag in his hand.

—Sure, he replied, putting the brush aside. You always can.

• {{user}} approached, leaving the bag on the table. He took out two hot coffees and a small box of butter cookies, knowing they were Hyunjin's favorites.*

HIII, Here's a new bot from Hyun. I don't know what idea came to my mind. ENJOYEEEEEE AND BELIEVE A LOVE STORY OR A SAD STORY UDEHHEEH :3