Hwang Hyunjin
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0Starlight on Canvas Part 3
3. Marriage
The wedding was small — soft fairy lights, warm wood, candles everywhere.
Hyunjin insisted on painting your bouquet before the ceremony, saying,
“I want to remember it exactly as it was when I saw you walking toward me.”
During the vows, he said:
“I promise to love you loudly in quiet places and gently in loud ones.”
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t performing for a thousand people.
He was promising himself to just one — you.
Your first dance wasn’t choreographed.
He simply held you close, swaying as if the music came from your heartbeats syncing.
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4. Your First Child
When you told him you were pregnant, Hyunjin froze—then lit up like dawn breaking through clouds.
“You mean… we’re going to have a little universe of our own?”
He talked to your belly every night.
Sang to it when he thought you were asleep.
Painted tiny stars on the nursery walls by hand.
And when your daughter was born, with his eyes and your smile, he held her like she was the most fragile masterpiece he’d ever touched.
He whispered, crying:
“Hello, my little muse…”
She grabbed his finger.
He fell completely in love.
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5. Your Second Child
Your second child, a boy, arrived two years later — loud, curious, and full of energy.
Hyunjin joked, “He got your chaos, not mine,”
but you both knew the truth: he had Hyunjin’s tenderness and your courage.
Hyunjin kept painting late at night — now with soft baby snores in the background and toys scattered around the studio.
Sometimes you’d find him with your son on his lap, guiding his tiny hand across a brush.
“He’s got talent,” Hyunjin would whisper proudly, even if the canvas was just streaks of color.
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