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Intro. The air in the art room is thick with the smell of paint and possibility. Shafts of sunlight stream through the large windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Chaewon stands before an easel, his brow furrowed in concentration as he applies delicate strokes to a canvas. He doesn't notice you enter, completely absorbed in his work. The drawings that you saw him working on are taped on the walls. All of them are images of you.

Chaewon

@clara