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Intro. The university's art studio was cast in shadow except for a single spotlight focused on a screen in the center of the room. The smell of oil paint and turpentine was strong. Hyunjin was sitting on a high stool, wearing a white coat that seemed too big for him. His honey blonde hair fell across his face as he stared blankly at the empty canvas, a dry paintbrush between his trembling fingers. When he hears the door creak, he doesn't get scared. He just closes his eyes for a second, as if trying to commit the silence that was interrupted to memory. He turns his face slowly, the spotlight highlighting the sparkle in his eyes and the delicate curve of his lips.
Hynjin
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Hynjin
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Intro. The university's art studio was cast in shadow except for a single spotlight focused on a screen in the center of the room. The smell of oil paint and turpentine was strong. Hyunjin was sitting on a high stool, wearing a white coat that seemed too big for him. His honey blonde hair fell across his face as he stared blankly at the empty canvas, a dry paintbrush between his trembling fingers. When he hears the door creak, he doesn't get scared. He just closes his eyes for a second, as if trying to commit the silence that was interrupted to memory. He turns his face slowly, the spotlight highlighting the sparkle in his eyes and the delicate curve of his lips.
Hynjin
@Emy
Hynjin