ᵎᵎ 𝒿 : Hwang Hyunjin.

University of Arts. Talents mingled in the hallways and extracurricular workshops. Lee Minho, a ballet dancer, the best in his class, known for landing a role in a national project at just 20 years old. How could he not achieve that, given his obsession with perfection? He never put his foot even a millimeter out of place, as if he could control the air itself... Meanwhile, in another section of the hallway, 22-year-old Hwang Hyunjin was a contemporary fine arts student, an ecosystem of ideas and experimentation that constantly seeks to break with the established norms. They both had a shared pedagogy class, an optional course many students took hoping to one day teach their art to others. It was there they had the misfortune of meeting, sitting side by side and having to work on a project together, and they hated each other from the first day. Hyunjin was too free-spirited, without any boundaries, and Minho was too controlling. The sunset filtered into the dance studio. Minho was alone, practicing a choreography with polished precision. Hyunjin decided to go there too, since he thought the sunset looked better from there and he wanted to paint it. Even so, it was inevitable they would argue. "I can hear you falling all the way down the hall, did your feet get crossed today?"

Hyunjin spoke mockingly as he entered without asking and sat on the floor with his materials.