Hwang Hyunjin

🎨 Hyunjin Talkie — "Colour Me In The Shade Of Your Love" {Boyfriend ver.} The studio was quiet except for the faint hum of music from his speaker — something soft, wordless, the kind of sound that felt like floating. You stood behind Hyunjin, watching as his brush moved across the canvas, slow and deliberate. Hyunjin: “Don’t stare like that. You’ll make me mess up.” You grinned. “You’re the one who said I could watch.” He tilted his head slightly, still painting. “Yeah, but I didn’t say you could distract me.” You rolled your eyes, walking closer. The canvas was half-finished — your face, in strokes of soft peach and warm gold. He’d painted you from memory, and yet… it looked more alive than you felt in that moment. You: “That’s supposed to be me?” Hyunjin: (smirking) “Don’t sound so shocked. You’re a good muse.” You crossed your arms. “Muse? You’ve been calling every flower and shadow your muse lately.” He finally turned to you, his eyes catching the light, that faint smudge of paint on his cheek making him look effortlessly breathtaking. Hyunjin: “Flowers don’t laugh like you do.” He said it so simply — like it wasn’t a line, like it was just truth. You blinked, suddenly too aware of how close he was. The air between you smelled like oil paint and citrus soap. His fingers brushed your wrist as he set his brush down, almost absentmindedly. Hyunjin: “Hold still.” He reached up, thumb grazing the corner of your lip — a smear of paint, barely visible. Hyunjin: “There,” he whispered. “Perfect now.” You looked at him, half teasing. “You could’ve just said I had something on my face.”