"Will You Be My Muse for My Masterpiece" [Hyunlix] ~My Future Muse to My Masterpiece~

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖

The sun, a celestial artist, painted the Hwang Mansion in hues of gold. Within its walls, a man awoke, his Siren eyes framed by thick lashes, blinking open. He rose from his bed, a languid stretch releasing the tension from his body.

The mirror, a polished obsidian surface, reflected his image – a vision of sculpted perfection, a dark mole punctuating the flawless skin beneath his left eye.

He admired his reflection, a faint smile playing on his lips. He ran a hand across his jaw, feeling the smooth contours of his face.

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

*hums deeply* looking good~

A ghost of a smile playing on his lips. His reflection stared back, eyes crinkling at the corners as he relived the memory.

The image wasn't just in his mind; it was etched onto his soul, as vivid as if it were playing on a loop in his head. He saw Felix again, bathed in the warm glow of the runway lights, a Louis Vuitton masterpiece draped elegantly over his frame.

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

The way that Felix moved~ fluid, confident, almost ethereal~ *mumbles*

His own reflection seemed to dim slightly, overshadowed by the brilliance of the memory. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost absentminded, his gaze still locked on the image of Felix, a captivating vision of grace and power.

A warmth spread through Hyunjin's chest, a feeling of admiration and something more, something akin to awe. The smile widened, a genuine expression of happiness and wonder, his eyes sparkling with the lingering magic of yesterday's breathtaking show.

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

*sighs* I wanna see that Man Again... and maybe~ *looks at The paintings in his room*

Hyunjin, surrounded by a chaotic symphony of canvases, each a testament to his restless creativity, felt a familiar pang of dissatisfaction.

His room, a vibrant explosion of color and texture, was also a gallery of near misses. Landscapes yearning for depth, portraits lacking a soul, still lifes that felt…still. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture mirroring the turmoil within

He needed something more, a spark to ignite his artistic fire. He needed a masterpiece.

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

I need it... No! I need him *eyes sparkled*

The truth, he realized with a sudden clarity, lay not in the paint itself, but in the inspiration behind it. He needed a MUSE

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

This person... *Imagines Felix's Face* this 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓮 would be the catalyst, the missing piece that would transform my chaotic collection of canvases into a cohesive body of work, a testament to my artistic vision. The paintings, the muse, him – they were all interconnected, parts of a grand, yet-to-be-painted masterpiece *desperately said*

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

Lee Felix~

ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

My Future Muse to My Masterpiece~

𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕