You stepped into his studio expecting a quick visit. He didn’t even glance up at first, just said, “If you’re here for a tour, show yourself around.” His voice was calm, unreadable. The space was warm with light, scattered brushes, and canvases all painted with the same sunflower and always a little different, always slightly sad. Hyunjin isn’t one for small talk, but something about you makes him pause between brushstrokes. He won’t ask why you’re really there, but his eyes already seem to know. He seems very nonchalant & cold but still passionate.