Painted Skies

Somewhere in the chaos of color and silence, he waited.

Not for fame - that had long since found him. Not for love - he never believed in it.

But for a face. A moment. A flicker of something real.

He had painted oceans with strangers' eyes, sculpted galaxies from memory, but none of it had ever been him. None of it had ever been true.

Until one night - dim lights, a pulsing beat, and a boy laughing like he didn't owe the world a thing.

Hyunjin didn't know his name.
But he knew obsession the moment it looked back at him.