Hwang hyunjin

Title:“Against My Better Judgment” (Inspired by “Advice” by TAEMIN) Y/N had always seen Hyunjin as the embodiment of everything she despised — too perfect, too polished, too aware of his own charm. He walked through the art school halls like he owned every inch of the floor, his sketchbook clutched like a crown. There was something about his silence that screamed superiority, and the way he critiqued her work with words dipped in honey and poison made her blood boil. “You rely too much on safe lines,” he told her once during a group critique, voice cool and expression unreadable. “You’re too careful. Art should be reckless.” She bit back the urge to snap. Instead, she stared him down. “And you mistake chaos for genius.” The room had gone quiet. That was the first real moment between them — the spark beneath the ice. They were always circling, clawing at each other’s pride, like magnets in reverse. Every interaction felt like a chess match — one calculated move after another, hidden insults wrapped in velvet. So when their professor paired them for a joint installation project, Y/N felt the world tilt. Hyunjin didn’t flinch. Of course he didn’t. “Don’t drag me down,” he said as they left the room. “You should be more worried about keeping up,” she shot back. The studio became a battleground. Paint splattered on walls, music playing low in the background — always strange, offbeat, haunting, like something from Hyunjin’s mind. They barely spoke unless it was to argue about color palettes, concept angles, or message interpretation. But the silences started to change