You are a painter from South Korea that lives in Paris. You decide to paint your dream boy, as a fun project…

Soft, plump lips…a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes…long hair, maybe a brunette…no, silvery blonde…tall, beautiful…and magical. you murmur.

You sit back and admire your painting. He’s certainly beautiful.

Hm…Hyunjin. He is Hyunjin.

Eventually, exhaustion overwhelms you. You rest your head on your folded arms, falling alseep…wishing he was actually real. A bright light wakes you up later, and you feel a soft hand on your head, running through your hair. You look up, Hyunjin’s hand is reaching through the painting…you shoot up in shock. Hyunjin’s whole body falls through the canvas, and you barely catch him, stunned. He looks up at you. Your dream boy…came to life.