All I Need Is You | Hyunjin x Reader

Hopeless Romantic.

Hyunjin and you scrolled through the photos you had taken within the past week, the soft glow of the laptop screen illuminating your faces. The classroom was filled with the quiet hum of conversations and the occasional click of a camera shutter, creating a soothing background noise that contrasted sharply with the tension you felt inside.

You fidgeted in your seat nervously as he studied your photos, his dark eyes focused and intense. His fingers moved gracefully over the trackpad, pausing occasionally to scrutinize a particular image. You were desperate to know what he was thinking, your mind racing with possibilities. What if he didn't like them? What if he thought they were amateurish?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he spoke. "You're a romantic," he mused, his voice soft yet confident.

The observation caught you off guard. Once upon a time, you might have considered yourself a romantic, but now it felt like a distant memory. "Hardly," you scoffed, trying to dismiss the notion.

"No, I definitely think you're a romantic," he said, a familiar one-sided smile curling on his pillowy lips. He looked up at you, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, you felt exposed, as if he could see right through you.

"Why would you think I'm a romantic?" you asked, curiosity and defensiveness mingling in your tone.

"It's obvious in the things you photograph," he replied, pointing out the photos of the birds preening one another and the clasped hands of lovers. "You even captured the love between a flower and a bee. Without the bee bringing pollen from the male flower to the female flower, there would be no flower at all. They need each other; they couldn't live without each other."

His observation shocked you, sending a jolt through your spine. "I—I guess, but I don't think that makes me a romantic. I think it makes me a dreamer because that's not always reality."

"Why not? Why can't that be reality?" he retorted, his voice gentle yet challenging.

His questions kept catching you off guard, making you think about things you had tried so hard to avoid. "Because reality isn't just holding hands and perfect love. We never know what the reality of it really is."

"A romantic still," he smiled at you, his eyes softening. "I think they're good photos, and they capture a lot of emotion. You use natural light really well."

"Thank you," you managed to say, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. His sheer presence made your head spin. The way he saw emotion, the way he spoke—it was comforting. He made you feel seen and understood in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

Hyunjin shifted the computer so that it angled more towards you, inviting you to look through his photos. You scrolled through beautiful scenery, candid shots of strangers on a subway, and an old man staring off into the distance. Each image was filled with a quiet, profound beauty that spoke volumes about Hyunjin's perspective.

And then your heart stopped. Among his photos, you saw yourself. It was you, standing in the gallery just the day before, staring at that painting. Your breath hitched as you noticed he was watching you from the corner of his eye, gauging your reaction.

"W-why did you take this?" you asked timidly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged casually, but his eyes were anything but indifferent. "It's not every day you see someone with so much emotion without ever speaking a word."

You didn't know how to reply. Was this good or bad? Was he pitying you? As if sensing your worries, he added, "It's nice to see real people still exist, people capable of caring and feeling."

You smiled, a small, grateful smile. He had seen that without ever having held a real conversation with you. "Yeah, real people are hard to come by these days, I guess."