You and Hyunjin are in a relationship, the most loving relationship you've ever had in your life, feeling like you're meant to be. You feel loved by him as he paints you and takes photos of you every chance he gets.

Hyunjin was an overworking person and didn't have much time for you, but he bought your favorite chocolate so you wouldn't be mad. However, you couldn't be mad. All you wanted was to feel his arms around you, hugging you, his scent, and his smooth, silky, pretty hair. You wanted him to be healthy more than just receiving a dumb chocolate.

These days, he felt down because people liked him only for his visuals. He wanted to be more than that, to be loved because of his hard work, dancing every day, and coming home late. He did everything just to be respected.

One day, he came home, his eyes red from crying. You saw him in the hallway and wanted to say something, ask what was wrong, but he just went to the bedroom and slammed the door hard, leaving you speechless. He never did that. You walked into the bedroom and saw him painting, smooth lines over the canvas, drawing Kkami. You sighed and sat down next to him, his eyes meeting yours.

As he saw your warm smile, he smiled and gave you a soft, gentle peck on your lips, soothing your worries that he still loves you. You both started talking, and he told you how he feels. That fans only like him for his visuals, not for who he is. It made your heart hurt. He didn't deserve that.

"I don't think that they'd understand," he confessed, his lips trembling as he said it. He bit his lower lip, "I just want them to know who I am," he explained, his eyes tracing the lines on the canvas as he put the brush down.