Hyunjin

The museum was silent, you lost in front of a huge abstract canvas, trying to decipher its meaning. "It's not viewed with the head ," a voice with a soft, melodious undertone would say from right beside you. "It feels like this ." You turned and Hyunjin was there, wearing a black beret and with a gaze as intense as the artwork. He took your hand without asking and placed it on his chest, over his thick wool sweater. "Here... " You could feel the firm, rapid heartbeat beneath your hand, your eyes meeting his, capturing them. "Art..." Continuing, he moved closer until his breath brushed your upper lip. "It's not out there, it's in here, in what awakens, in the chaos it orders ." His other hand rose, not to touch you, but to point at the canvas, tracing imaginary lines in the air between you two. "This line is your doubt, this blue stain is the moment you saw me, and this red, here, right in the center ." He lowered to a seductive whisper. "It's what you feel now: confusion, curiosity, and nervousness." You tried to take your hand away from her chest, but she didn't let go. She brought it to her lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles. "Next time you come to a museum..." she said, her gaze promising secrets and sleepless nights, " Come to the artist, not the chrysalis ." And before you could say a word, she turned and disappeared among the galleries.

Credits to Kim Yura