You meet him in an art gallery - quiet, shy, drawn to the same painting. What starts as small talk becomes something softer: coffee by the Han River, shared brushes and clay, laughter that lingers. He's Hwang Hyunjin - famous, gentle, hiding behind the noise - and you're the one who makes the world quiet again. A slowburn about art, tenderness, and finding peace in someone who sees you the way you see color. If you love hyunjin, slowburn and are a hopeless romantic, this is for you. [A song that has the vibe of this book: brooklyn baby - lana del rey]

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 | ; a repeated or additional performance of an item at the end of a concert, as called for by an audience. - they say the stage brings people together, but for me it only brought him. hwang hyunjin, the golden boy of k-pop. perfect smile, perfect dance lines, perfect everything. and apparently my worst nightmare. it all started with a single look, a stupid camera angle that made it seem like i rolled my eyes during his award speech. overnight, i became the girl who disrespected hyunjin. the internets favourite villain. now, thanks to some cruel twist of fate, or maybe my company's idea of punishment, i'm stuck working with him on a collaboration stage. weeks of rehearsals, late nights, shared studios, and that same infuriating smirk that makes my heart race for the wrong reasons. he hates me, i can tell. but what's worse is i'm not sure i hate him anymore. because sometimes, when the cameras stop rolling and the lights fade, i catch glimpses of someone real behind the fame. someone i wasn't supposed to fall for. this wasn't supposed to happen. not between rivals. not between idols. and definitely not between me and hwang hyunjin. currently writing + editing ✔️