Painted Waves | HyunChan

Painted Waves | HyunChan

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Hyunjin was used to being admired, his talents and charm the subject of countless whispers. But his heart was not moved by the attention of others. It was fixated on one person-Chan, the swimmer who seemed untouchable in his perfection. To the world, Chan was the epitome of confidence and strength. But Hyunjin saw something different-a quiet vulnerability that no one else noticed. He'd spent countless hours sketching and painting Chan from afar, capturing fleeting moments that no one else could. The way he laughed with his friends, the soft expression when his guard was down-these were the things Hyunjin treasured. He kept his feelings hidden, his admiration a silent obsession, unsure of what it would become. But with every glance, every brushstroke, Hyunjin couldn't help but wonder how long he could stay in the shadows, quietly in love with someone who would never know.
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Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are fictionalized for storytelling purposes. Three years ago, Hyunjin left behind his marriage, his son, and the quiet Sunday mornings he used to love. He thought he was doing the right thing-giving Felix freedom. But he never stopped checking the weather in their old neighborhood. Never stopped waiting for a second chance. Now that Felix is no longer alone, Hyunjin's return isn't simple. But neither is love. And maybe what they had-those messy mornings and quiet laughs-was never meant to be left behind.

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