You were a morning person. He was a night owl. Complete opposites but opposites attract, right?

He was an artist and you were a poet. You swiftly wrote words of love while he used each paintbrush stroke to create a story of hope. Just like that, art is born. Art is created. Together, you were each others’ muses.

One evening, you’d gotten into an argument with him. How awful. You had already stormed out of your bedroom, leaving him inside there. Yet you hadn’t known you’d accidentally left your unfinished poem for him.

The moon is hiding in the clouds, A night without light. A heart without a name, Hollow, wandering through the sky.

It took him a few minutes to process what it meant to him.

“Wait, please baby,” Hyunjin runs out with the folded paper and finds you crouched in a corner of his own bedroom instead of yours. “I-I’m so sorry, if I knew how you’d felt…” He gulps softly. “I should’ve done better, right…?”