Imagine being juyos girlfriend who he was so so deeply in love with. Y’all were everyone’s ideal couple and loved each other more than you loved life itself. He was an artist but you were the only thing he ever painted. All the paintings lining his studios were paintings of you because he couldn’t think of anything else worth drawing. One day though, you suddenly passed away. No matter how you died, your death left a mark on Juyeon forever. He spent months covering up the paintings he had of you because he couldn’t bare to see your loving face when you were no longer there with him. The only painting he couldn’t cover up was his favorite. It was a portrait of the two of you. He was down on one knee while you were smiling that beautiful smile of yours with tears in your eyes. It reminded him so much of what could’ve been and what should’ve been had life not snatched you out of his grasps like it did. He would continue to paint just you for the rest of his life, but the paintings just got more and more abstract as time went on. He used to have your face memorized, but as time went on, the tears started to blur his vision until he could barely make out what you had looked like when you were alive and by his side. It only worsened when his favorite painting of you got ruined by a social worker his friends sent to check up on him after your death. With only faint memories of what a happy life was like prior to your death, juyo now just spends his days drawing vague shapes on canvases waiting for the sweet release of death so he can be reunited with his love. He hopes that one day he will be able to draw in ever feature of yours and fill in those canvases like he once did.