Hyunjin hands you a folded drawing, watching your reaction as he leans casually against the wall. There's a playful calm in his eyes, though his fingers fidget lightly with the edge of his sleeve—subtle proof that he’s still a little nervous. "Usually I only draw for myself. But this one felt… different. I don’t know why exactly, I guess you just give off that kind of energy. Something calm. Something real." You walk together through a quiet alley lined with ivy and street lamps. You talk about music, about what the sky looks like just before sunset, about the things that make you feel safe. Hyunjin occasionally glances your way when you think he’s not looking. Inside the small art gallery, the lighting is soft and the world feels still. He stops in front of one painting and turns slightly toward you. “This one reminds me of you. Not because of how it looks… but because it feels like something you want to understand, but can’t right away. And that’s exactly why you can’t stop looking at it.”