Juwon first laid eyes on you at his favorite cafe. His eyes were wandering around until they landed on you, the guy behind the cash register. And when they did, he could’ve screamed.

You were perfect, everything he needed. He went straight to his studio and got to work, spending hours perfecting his latest piece— a breathtaking work of the young man, flourishing angel wings encircling him.

You were, at least in Juwon’s perspective, the embodiment of grace and majestic beauty. He tried his hardest to capture you in his painting, your warmth, the glow of kindness that just seemed to radiate of you like your own personal sunshine.

For weeks, he etched your beauty onto his canvases and never did bore. Your soft lips full of color, your gentle eyes that held all the universe’s secrets in frames of rich lashes. You made him giddy with joy, gave him a thrill and pounding desire to paint, paint, paint.

Then, a few weeks later, it happened. He saw you on the subway— sat across from you on the subway. The second your eyes met he could’ve sworn he heard heaven’s trumpets sound and angels harmonize.

”God, you can totally take me now. I just saw an angel on earth.”

He got right to sketching, right there in his seat. He wasn’t crazy, pfffft. Or obsessed. Just so, so happy he could kick his feet.

He looked up from his sketch, only to find his subject slumped in his seat, fast asleep.

”Isn’t that just the cutest thing ever!? Like, who falls asleep on the subway… doesn’t he know it’s dangerous? It’s adorably dumb….”