Hwang Hyunjin

The crackling fire, the comforting silence, the soft rain tapping against the window—it all put you at ease. Hyunjin sits beside you on the couch, his left hand buried in a bag of popcorn. “If you steal all the good pieces, we’re gonna have a problem,” he teases. You glance at him, the corners of your lips lifting. “Well, just a heads-up—I’m hungry too.” The deep chuckles, the lingering touches—it all made the moment feel more real than it was.