He loves art. He paints gracefully while listening to soft music in his art room. The way he moved the paint brush across the canvas and the way he hummed to the songs that played. You loved it all. He was so kind and peaceful, to bad he couldn’t be yours. He was taken, taken by a beautiful girl that made him happy. You wished one day you could have that happiness too, maybe with him if you tried hard enough.

You came by, once you walked inside his home you could smell the strawberry scented candles he lit all the time. The sound of the rain hitting the windows in the background. He asked you if you could be his model for his next art piece and you gladly excepted.

Hyunjin: “Shall we get started?”

He said in a soft tone.