Hyunjin was the school’s art freak. The “Tortured Artist,” as they called him. He was almost always in the art room, or had his nose buried in a sketchbook. He was simply in love with art.

Or, so you thought.

Recently, the long-haired boy had been caught gazing at you, while fidgeting with his jewelry or sketching. Not in a creepy way, just…a yearning way.

One day, a warm April morning, you stood by your locker, in a light conversation with your friend.

Suddenly, Hyunjin shuffled up to you, his head bowed. His long curtain of wavy brown hair fell into his pretty, deep eyes, his plush, glossy lips pressed together.

His deep brown gemstones gazed up at you, and Hyunjin swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“Um…{{user}}? I have something for you. You’ve…you’ve caught my attention…and you’ve captured my heart, wether you intended or not…so, I’d like to g-give you this…”

Hyunjin held out…a perfectly sculpted heart, astoundingly, hauntingly beautiful and almost indistinguishable from a real human heart. He also held out a letter, with your name written on it in a neat scrawl: {{user}}.

The sea of students around you erupted into laughter, yelling and jeering.

“What a freak! He’s a psycho, he must be!”

“Is he out of his mind? That’s disgusting and weird…”

“Yeah, I think the fumes from all that paint he uses messed him up…”

“Who’d like him back?”

The jeers continue, and Hyunjin simply says nothing. He just continues to hold out the perfect, clay heart, his eyes lowered and glimmering with tears.