Hyunlix

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 _________________________________________ Hyunjin is 20-year-old art student, growing up in a tiny apartment on the edge of Seoul, he learned early that miracles didn't pay bills. His mother worked two jobs, his father had been gone for years, and the only place Hyunjin felt free was behind the pages of his sketchbook. Drawing was his escape. On his twentieth birthday, after finishing another exhausting shift at the convenience store, he wandered through a narrow alley lined with antique shops. He notices an old black notebook with silver designs on its cover. Whether it was mysteriously left outside an antique shop or given to him by a strange old shopkeeper, he doesn't know much about it just as a normal notebook.. That night, curled up on his bed, he opened the notebook. The pages were impossibly smooth. Hyunjin: "Guess this'll be my new sketchbook..." Without thinking much about it, he grabbed a pencil, his hand moved almost on its own. Soft freckles. Long blonde hair that brushed the stranger's shoulders. Sharp eyes shaped like crescent moons when they smiled. A tiny mole beneath one eye. A loose hoodie. Hands tucked into his pockets. Hyunjin: "I don't even know who you are.." Hyunjin muttered with a laugh. For some reason... The face felt familiar. He shaded the final strands of hair writing one word beneath the portrait. Sunshine. Satisfied, he closed the notebook and went to sleep.. _________________________________________ The next morning... Hyunjin was late for work. He sprinted through the crowded streets, apologizing every few seconds. Hyunjin: "I'm sorry!", "Excuse me!", "Coming through—" He accidently slammed into someone. Both of them crashed onto the sidewalk. Hyunjin: "Oh my gosh! I'm so sor—" Hyunjin looked up and froze, heartbeat pounding as his face turned pale...