Painted Love | Hwang Hyunjin

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The soft hum of music filled the art studio as I stood in front of my easel, brush in hand, carefully blending the hues of the sunset I was painting. Hyunjin was perched on a stool nearby, sketchbook open, watching me with an expression that I could only describe as pure admiration.

"You know," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the tranquil silence, "I want to draw you while you paint."

I chuckled, glancing over my shoulder at him. "Oh, like one of your French girls?"

Hyunjin tilted his head, confused. "What?"

I froze, lowering my brush. "What do you mean 'what'? You know, Titanic?"

His blank expression was all the answer I needed.

"Hyunjin. Don't tell me you've never seen Titanic."

He shrugged. "I mean, I know what it's about. Big ship, hits an iceberg, sinks. Everyone knows how it ends."

I gaped at him, genuinely shocked. "You've NEVER seen Titanic? Like, not even the iconic scenes?"

He shook his head, looking slightly defensive now. "I don't need to watch it! I already know there was enough room on that door for two people. That's the only important takeaway."

I set my paintbrush down, wiping my hands on a rag. "No, no, no. We're fixing this. You're watching Titanic with me, and that's final."

Hyunjin groaned playfully. "Really? I have to sit through three hours of a movie I already know the ending to?"

"Yes, and trust me, it's not about the ending—it's about the journey."

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Later that evening, with snacks piled on the table and a cozy blanket draped over us, we started the movie. Hyunjin was surprisingly attentive, his eyes glued to the screen as Jack and Rose's whirlwind romance unfolded.

When the iconic "draw me like one of your French girls" scene began, I glanced at him, curious to see his reaction. That's when I noticed the smirk slowly spreading across his face.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

He turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "So Jack paints Rose... naked?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's art, Hyunjin. Don't make it weird."

"Right, art," he said, his smirk widening.

Then came the infamous car scene, where the windows fogged up as things between Jack and Rose escalated. Hyunjin leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms with a sly grin.

"Well, now I'm definitely drawing you like a French girl," he said, glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "If this is where it leads..."

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it, laughing. "You're impossible!"

He caught the pillow and leaned closer, his grin softening into something sweeter. "I'm serious, though. You're my muse. I could draw you a thousand times, and it would never be enough."

My heart melted a little at that, even if I tried to hide it. "You're such a flirt."

"Only for you," he said, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before turning back to the screen. "But I still stand by what I said. I'm drawing you like a French girl, and I'm getting the ending I want."

I couldn't stop laughing, shaking my head at his antics. But as I leaned against him, watching the rest of the movie, I couldn't help but think that maybe being his muse wasn't such a bad thing after all.