"𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐣𝐮."
yejun and han were inseparable roommates until hwang hyunjin decided to transfer and "ruin everything." yejun's friend somi invites her to an escapade to jeju island for spring brea...
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The following week was a haze. It passed by like lightning.
I had more time to bond with Hyunjin, and we would head to the art studio together every evening and do some late night creativity spills.
It became our thing, to let our minds loose and paint, sketch, or even sculpt whatever we wanted.
Hyunjin's personal best art piece was a beautiful painted picture of a woman's face, half-covered with hydrangeas. He painted it with water color, and added a layer on top with colored pencil.
Her uncovered eye was closed, and her hands were gently brushing against the dewy hydrangeas. It wasn't my personal favorite out of all his works, but he told me he liked it the best.
My favorite piece of his was a charcoal drawing of that friend he had told me about a couple nights ago, even if he had not drawn it with me.
His name was Felix, if I remember well enough.
The drawing portrayed a close up of his freckled face, a deep scar under his eye.
His hair was long, fluffy and midnight black, which matched the huge feathery wings that grew from his back.
The wings were smudged, as if they radiating an ominous aura, which did not match his face in any way.
In the white space, words were delicately written in calligraphy.
"I conquered my demons and wore my scars like wings."
I wasn't yet sure what meaning it possessed to him, but Felix must've helped Hyunjin through dark times.
Hyunjin was very meticulous with his work, as if his entire piece would shatter before his eyes if he wasn't gentle enough with his hands.
Sometimes he would get so lost in his art that he wouldn't notice me leaving the studio, and I would find him fast asleep the next morning.
He had told me that art had that effect on him, that he had such a fiery passion for it and he never gave a care in the world if he was holding a paintbrush.
It was one of my favorite things about him, amongst the many others.
Now, jumping forward to the present, my bags were all packed and waiting at the front door while I waited for Hyunjin to finish up.
I swear, he takes longer than me and I'm a girl.
"Are you done yet?!" I called from the living room, my eyes preoccupied on my phone.
"Give me a second! I can't go anywhere without my art equipment!" he replied back, his voice getting gradually louder as he stepped out of his room, ruffling his messy hair.
He looked really tired, and his face was puffy.
"Did you get a good enough sleep? I told you we would have to leave early in order to meet up with the rest of the group." I checked my phone, keeping a mental note that it was about 15 minutes before we had to leave.
