He's using you.

That constant thought nags at you every chance it gets. There's no doubt that he isn't. But the thing is, you don't care, you love him, his attention, and if that doesn't mean much to him, so be it. At least you're enjoying it.

Hyunjin has a reputation of getting with someone, loving them unconditionally then dropping them like they meant nothing to him in the first place, because they didn't. He only found the idea of being 'in love' with someone appealing because it was the only reason his paintings ever came out good.

Everyone needs a muse.

You were his target during junior year, he wanted you, he had to have you and if he didn't get you, he'd flip. So when you were finally his, Hyunjin made sure it was obvious to everyone. That, was confusing. Out in the open, he'd love you, he cherish you oh so dearly, but when you were alone, he wanted nothing to do with you.

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It was another evening wasted waiting for your so called lover, he'd taken off with his friends hours ago and promised to be back two hours ago. What a liar. Here you were, waiting like some hopeless romantic. Hyunjin always kept you waiting, there wasn't a time where you weren't waiting for the boy.

When you finally got tired, you headed out the café, leaving a tip because the waiter was nice enough to come over to tend you and keep you company. The breeze was cool when you walked out, refreshing and calming.

Fate has it's orders though, because a familiar voice breaks that calming aura around you.

"Where you heading?"

It was Hyunjin, coming to save the day once again..