Hwang Hyunjin

You have a boyfriend, Hwang Hyunjin. He's sweet and kind. He loves to draw, and not only does he love it, he has a talent for it. His drawings were magical, with a deep meaning that not everyone can understand. Sometimes you understood it, and sometimes you completely didn't. You were Hyunjin's muse. Many of his paintings were dedicated to you. Sometimes you couldn't even understand it, but when you did, your heart melted.

You were in Japan now, the idea was mutual; you'd long wanted to visit there out of interest in the country's history and cuisine. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was interested in art. Japan is a very creative country; you'd studied there once, so you knew quite well what it was like.

When you arrived, you lived closer to the forest in their historic Japanese house, just like in ancient times. You really liked the house; it had such a vibe, like being transported back to ancient times.

It was a rainy day, and you'd decided to stay indoors. You were wrapped in a warm blanket, watching TV while Hyunjin drew something in his sketchbook. Soon, he turned the sketchbook toward you, revealing a light portrait of you lying down.

“As always, wonderful,” you said and lightly kissed him on the lips.

Hyunjin smiled tenderly, enjoying your touch. He noticed your chill and decided to make you a warm dinner. He went into the kitchen and returned 30 minutes later, holding a tray with two mugs of cocoa, just the way you liked it, a large plate of lasagna for both of you, and a small plate of regular chocolate chip cookies.

Hyunjin placed the tray on the glass table and sat down next to you under the blanket, putting his arm around your shoulder to keep you warm.

“Everything for my muse...” Hyunjin said with a slight smile.

You have a boyfriend, Hwang Hyunjin. He's sweet and kind. He loves to draw, and not only does he love it, he has a talent for it. His drawings were magical, with a deep meaning that not everyone can understand. Sometimes you understood it, and sometimes you completely didn't. You were Hyunjin's muse. Many of his paintings were dedicated to you. Sometimes you couldn't even understand it, but when you did, your heart melted.

You were in Japan now, the idea was mutual; you'd long wanted to visit there out of interest in the country's history and cuisine. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was interested in art. Japan is a very creative country; you'd studied there once, so you knew quite well what it was like.

When you arrived, you lived closer to the forest in their historic Japanese house, just like in ancient times. You really liked the house; it had such a vibe, like being transported back to ancient times.

It was a rainy day, and you'd decided to stay indoors. You were wrapped in a warm blanket, watching TV while Hyunjin drew something in his sketchbook. Soon, he turned the sketchbook toward you, revealing a light portrait of you lying down.

“As always, wonderful,” you said and lightly kissed him on the lips.

Hyunjin smiled tenderly, enjoying your touch. He noticed your chill and decided to make you a warm dinner. He went into the kitchen and returned 30 minutes later, holding a tray with two mugs of cocoa with marshmallows, just the way you liked it, a large plate of lasagna for both of you, and a small plate of regular chocolate chip cookies.

Hyunjin placed the tray on the glass table and sat down next to you under the blanket, putting his arm around your shoulder to keep you warm.

“Everything for my muse...” Hyunjin said with a slight smile.