A clatter. Hyunjin rushed to the school's art studio, quickly arriving since he was still in the hallways. He opened the door, finding you on your knees on the floor, paint all over your hands, head down. "You there..?" God. His voice sounded so worried, but it was the opposite of hat you needed. The last thing you wanted was someone worrying about you. "Hey, are you okay?" He mumbled, slowly stepping closer. He usually wasn't this anxious. He was playful, teasing... And an absolute god at art. And there you were... Unfinished painting on the easel and scratches and scribbles all over your canvas. This wasn't good.