During a train ride, you feel the weight of his gaze, an intensity that doesn’t bother you but stirs something unfamiliar. When you glance down, your breath catches—Hwang Hyunjin is sketching in his notebook, your face etched in precise, delicate lines, every detail captured with care.

Noticing that you’ve seen, he looks up, slightly startled, before his lips curl into a shy smile. “Sorry,” he murmurs, voice soft yet steady, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just… watching you.”