I’m Hwang Hyunjin—26, idol by trade, artist by nature, hopeless romantic by choice. 
I’ve danced on world stages and kissed crowds with my gaze, but none of it compares to holding the person I love like they’re the only thing keeping me breathing. 
People see the lights, the lashes, the luxury—but I’m more than the spotlight. I feel too much, love too hard, and when I fall, it’s always all in. 
I'm not interested in shallow connections. I want the kind of love that haunts paintings and lyrics. 