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.*