hwauroras

[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제3장)

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wc ≈2.6k. unedited, mild cursing. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san, artstudent!wooyoung and artstudent!rockstar!hongjoong). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. no massive genre yet - but this part expands more on wooyoung's journey as an artist. hongjoong jokes about wooyoung and the reader's friendship. hongjoong calls the reader "sweetheart" at the end. mentions of frozen yogurt - if you're lactose intolerant, it's dairy free.

“hyung hyung hyung, look at this!”

seonghwa tilted his head at the man on the couch, gently placing down the food he just ordered on the counter.

“what’s up?”

san quickly pointed to the article on his phone screen, his eyes wide with excitement. this album was by far his best, as well as his most famous.

when the release date for san’s album was approaching, anticipation and excitement flooded social media. the album had been kept relatively under wraps, with only the album cover and a few teaser images being released to the public.

while san wasn’t famous by any means - at least, not compared to most of his label mates, the curious and breathtaking nature of the album art caused a lot of intrigue and speculation. and when it was released, it seemed like san blew up overnight, peaking pretty high up in the music charts.

seonghwa peered at the article, his eyebrow raising slightly as his eyes scanned the words.

“oh, damn. seriously? aurora wrote a review?”

“yeah! and now they want to interview me. can you believe that? i’ve been reading that for ages. this is it, hyung. i’ve peaked.”

“oh really? you didn’t think you peaked when you reached a million streams? or when you gained an extra ten thousand followers, and then some? or when someone stopped us on the street for your autog—”

"hey, hey, that's not what i meant and you know it!” san interjected, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "i know those are all massive milestones i never thought were possible for me - but getting an interview with aurora is something else. you know i’ve bought basically every edition since their exclusive interview with kim hongjoong.”

seonghwa grinned, picking up a cushion and playfully hitting san with it.

“and you know i’m just messing with you. i know this is a big deal for you, and i couldn’t be prouder. you poured everything into this, i’ve seen the tears and coffee and red bull induced texts of borderline insanity. i’ve known you for ages san, you’re a true artist - it's incredible to see you finally getting the recognition you deserve."

“oh hyung, you’re being modest now. i couldn’t have done this without you. i mean, have you seen all the speculation around what the meaning of the cover could be? that’s why it went viral. are you sure you don’t want your name out there too? it’s your work after all.”

seonghwa fell silent.

on one hand, the exposure would be great for his business - which was stable, but he was still relatively unknown.

but on the other, how could he possibly betray his muse like that? he didn’t care if they were just a figment of his very deep imagination. to him, they were real. the emotions were real. profiting off of them just felt…wrong.

with a shaky breath, he managed to mutter out a gentle “i’m sure, san.”

san’s eyes softened as he watched the older male shift awkwardly. though a subtle gesture, san knew this was when seonghwa probably felt the most vulnerable.

"hey, it's alright, i understand. i wouldn't want you to compromise how you feel for anything, not even for me. they deserve to remain cherished and protected."

seonghwa’s shoulders visibly relaxed, causing san to smile warmly.

“thank you, san. i’m sorry. i know i must sound ridiculous.”

“don’t be like that. you’re not being ridiculous. i respect your decision and i want you to be comfortable. now - could you please pass me a smoothie? i think i need to cool down after all that excitement. i mean, my heart is still racing.”

seonghwa chuckled and retrieved the smoothies he ordered, handing one over to the younger. as san took a sip, he leaned back on the couch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a contented sigh.

“you know hyung, you've always been my first and biggest supporter. none of this would’ve happened if you weren’t there. and even if your name isn't in the spotlight, your influence and your art are all over my music. it’s you who helped me find my voice, both literally and metaphorically."

seonghwa playfully nudged san, who let out a small laugh at the action.

“oh san. i see you’re still practicing your humility for the interview.”

“hey,” san replied with a dramatic shrug, a glint of mischief in his eye. “no harm in getting ready, right? gotta give them something deep and profound.”

seonghwa shook his head, a fond smile on his lips.

“you’re a handful, you know that?”

“sure, but you love me anyway.”

“nah, your mom just dumped you in the sandbox i was in one day, and i’ve been stuck with you ever since.”

“oh yeah, the sandbox … that was one mean sandcastle, huh, hyung?”

~

“oh hell yeah, we were the real envy of the playground,” you couldn’t help but sarcastically remark as you peered at the picture in wooyoung’s hands.

wooyoung chuckled as he held up the old, slightly faded but intact photograph.

"you know it! that sandcastle was the talk of the playground for WEEKS."

the photo depicted a much younger version of the two of you - annoying little seven year old shits, as you had so eloquently worded it when wooyoung first presented the picture. you were both covered in sand and sporting proud expressions as you stood next to what was, admittedly, a creation very worthy of its praise - a giant mound of sand and some sticks. what really topped it off was the pretty pink shell you brought from home, after your moms took you both to the beach.

“you remember that shell, right?" wooyoung asked, a familiar twinkle in his eye.

you nodded, your own eyes glossing over with mischief.

“how could i forget, stupid? i was the one that found it, brought it to school and placed it ever so gently onto our masterpiece. i was a revolutionary. truly.”

"oh, for sure. and now you’re a top scoring art student. with such groundbreaking ideas like that, i’m not shocked.”

“well thank you, soon-to-be-industry-recognized photographer. seriously, what an amazing opportunity.”

you beamed at your best friend, your eyes and your heart filling with pride.

surprised by the sudden change of topic, wooyoung’s cheeks turned a bright shade of red.

“ah … thank you, y/n. i still can’t believe crescent wants me to be their photographer. i mean, i know it’s only for one edition, but … come on. this is choi san we’re talking about.”

“and i know you’ll do great. you were chosen for a reason, wooyoung. you don’t have any connections to the industry other than hongjoong, and you still got the job. that’s how you know that the reason is talent. pure, raw talent.”

"thanks, y/n. i’ll give it my all, just like that day in the sandbox."

you waved off his thanks with a flutter of your hand before reaching for his half-eaten frozen yogurt.

“that’s what friends are for, right? now, tell me more about this crescent gig, since you’ve been all vague about it lately. when’s the shoot? do you have any ideas for it yet? are you being paid like cha-ching or CHA-CHING? is it enough to buy froyo that’s better than this?”

wooyoung laughed at your rapid fire string of questions, shifting his position to face you more comfortably.

“let’s see … the shoot is in two weeks, yes i do, i’m being paid an undisclosed amount of money, and it may or may not be enough to buy froyo that’s better than that. but can i just say, i refuse to have you slander my choices. it’s the best flavor and you know it.”

“oh sweetie … i pity you for having such sad, tasteless tastebuds. but i can agree to disagree for the sake of my curiosity. what are your ideas?”

wooyoung took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding to your questions, stars shining in his eyes.

"well, for the shoot, i’ve been thinking of capturing san in his most candid moments. you know, those unguarded seconds when he’s lost in his music. the writing, the recording, the best, the melody. passion, emotion and vulnerability - i believe that's what makes his music so powerful. and luckily, with his look and aesthetic, i’m sure i could capture it in a way that exudes the sophistication and elegance crescent scouted me for.”

you listened intently as wooyoung described his vision. it was clear that he had put a lot of thought into it, and you couldn't help but be impressed by the confidence and passion that poured out of him as he spoke.

"that sounds incredible, woo," you replied, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "i have no doubt that this will all turn out beautiful.”

“thanks, y/n-”

“i mean, san is such a fine man. he’d look good in any lighting, i bet. he probably doesn’t have bad taste in frozen yogurt either.”

wooyoung burst into laughter, your playful teasing and dismissal bringing back a familiar lightness to the conversation. he playfully nudged your shoulder, and you stuck your tongue out at him in response.

"you’re impossible, y/n. anyway, san’s very photogenic, so the shoot should be a breeze. and maybe, just maybe, i’ll consider trying a different flavor of frozen yogurt once we’re done - just so you can let it go.”

as you were about to respond to wooyoung’s comment (the audacity), a voice from behind you interrupted the conversation.

“alright, lovebirds? i thought i’d find you here.”

turning around in your chair, you observed the figure leaning against the doorframe.

hongjoong stared right back, the intensity of his heavily lined eyes almost piercing into your soul.

“no lovebirds here, hyung. just two best friends in a room.”

“oh yeah, sure,” hongjoong scoffed, his signature smirk creeping onto his face. “and let me guess, they might kiss?”

“no, we won’t.”

“boo, you’re no fun, wooyoung. alright, make way. i need to talk to you.”

the now bright red ponytailed man slinked over to the table, the chains on his flared pants making a jingling sound as he walked. he grabbed a chair and turned it around, plopping down onto it nonchalantly, using the back of the chair as an armrest for his distressed-sleeved arms.

“okay, that picture is so fucking cute, but- that’s besides the point. wooyoung. buddy. i’m gonna hit you with some bad news and then immediately replace it with good news. you ready?”

“lay it on me, hyung.”

“i spoke to the guys. and they’re not that interested in working with you to be honest. but you know who are? the hotshots over at lost island records.”

wooyoung’s eyes widened at hongjoong’s words, and a hand flew to your mouth. his curiosity piqued, your best friend leaned closer to the older man.

"lost island records? are you serious, hyung? how did you even manage to do that?”

“they have an email, dumbass. i just compiled some of the demos, and sent them in. they got back to me a couple of hours back, when i was working on a piece for the upcoming runway. i would’ve come earlier if i wasn’t being graded.”

“that’s … really huge. this is amazing, hyung! i’m at a loss for words, we’re going-”

“they only want you, wooyoung.”

wooyoung’s excitement shifted into a mix of confusion and surprise the moment the words left hongjoong’s lips. he blinked, processing the news, while you sat there, equally dumbfounded and trying to wrap your head around the very sudden and jarring turn of events.

lost island records, THE lost island records, a prestigious and famous music label known for its top-tier artists including choi san, was interested in art student jung wooyoung over up and coming artist kim hongjoong?

“w-wait, but … why only me, hyung? this doesn't make any sense. those are OUR demos. and YOU’RE the actual musician …”

“i don’t care for that label, to be honest. you’re a much better fit. so i just cut my parts out. they’re not our demos anymore, they’re yours.”

the classroom, which was empty except for the three of you and some easels, seemed to hang in suspense as hongjoong dropped this bombshell.

you watched the exchange, torn between excitement and concern for your best friend. hongjoong’s nonchalant, almost dismissive attitude toward the situation was baffling, and it took everything in you to not question him about it.

luckily, wooyoung finally found his voice again.

“hyung, i can’t do that. you did most of it, and i’m pretty clueless when it comes to music, compared to you. music is your life, i can't just leave you out of it.”

hongjoong offered a small smile, and lightly punched the younger on the arm.

“i’m almost offended you don’t seem to know that my dream isn't necessarily tied to a record label, wooyoung. it’s why i still do what i do and haven’t accepted any offers. trust me, i’ve had many. if i wanted that backing, i’d have it by now. i don’t care who hears it, i don’t care how many people hear it - as long as it resonates. i’m sure you’ll figure out how to-”

“i’m turning it down.”

wooyoung’s declaration hung heavy in the air and hongjoong, who had been so casual and nonchalant just mere moments ago, now stared at him with wide eyes - as if wooyoung were some kind of poltergeist.

"you’re turning it down?"

wooyoung nodded firmly, his expression determined and confident.

“yes. i’ve still got the photoshoot with crescent so it’s really no big deal. but if i’m making music, it’s with you. or with y/n, but like, that might not be the best idea unless i’m planning on making music that sounds like a dying whale.”

with your brain still buffering and in need of a full reset, you couldn’t think of a clever quip in time. so of course, you decided to settle for the only answer you were capable of mustering -

“fuck you.”

“aww, thank you! you’re an amazing friend too, y/n!”

the tension in the room seemed to completely evaporate as the banter between you returned, and hongjoong’s initial shock transformed back into his usual smirk as he leaned back in his chair, clearly very amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

"wow, wooyoung," he added, "i am both shocked, and not at all. turning down an opportunity like this for the sake of loyalty. i knew you were the sappy one but i also thought you were supposed to be the rational one in this little friendship of ours.”

wooyoung, who was not the least bit bothered by the older’s jests, smiled warmly.

“oh don’t worry, i am. but, you know music is your passion, not mine. mine lies in photography, and i have an opportunity for that so not all is lost. i appreciate this, i really do, but i’d rather be true to myself, and create with the people who matter to me the most.”

hongjoong rolled his eyes dramatically, but there was an unmissable glint of respect and admiration in them.

“ugh, barf. you’re such a sentimental sap, wooyoung. it's kind of endearing. but … still gross.”

you couldn't help but laugh with them, relieved that the tension had all but disappeared. despite the unexpected turn of events, and despite how much you agreed with hongjoong, you were proud of your best friend for sticking to the morals you knew were very authentic and genuine.

shifting your focus to the pretty red haired man, you mirrored his expression and tapped his arm.

“hey, hongjoong. quick question.”

“go ahead, sweetheart.”

“what do you think of wooyoung’s frozen yogurt?”

“i swear y/n, if you don’t shut the damn hell up-”

~

TAGLIST: @hwalysm, @downbadreading, @joongs-moon

[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제2장)

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, pinterest, pinterest

wc ≈2.6k. unedited. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san, artstudent!wooyoung and artstudent!rockstar!hongjoong). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. no massive genre yet - but the story does develop a little more. hongjoong is introduced as wooyoung's friend. hongjoong jokingly flirts with the reader. hongjoong calls the reader "sweetheart". hongjoong and the reader mildly curse.

“hyung.. this is beautiful.”

“you think?”

“absolutely!”

seonghwa and san stood side by side in the art studio, their eyes fixed on the finished piece that would become the cover art for san’s new album. the canvas displayed an absolutely breathtaking combination of colors, and the raw emotions from the soul seemed to leap off the surface. to say it was capturing and alluring would be a total understatement. it was the perfect combination of paint, love, passion and longing - a true window into both artists’ souls.

san’s eyes glimmered with awe as he took in and absorbed every detail. the painting depicted seonghwa’s elusive muse with hauntingly expressive eyes, ones full of love and fear and yearning, painted with a delicate and carefully crafted mix of blues, purples, and hints of gold. behind them was a whirlwind of vibrant, dramatic and contrasting hues, capturing both the intensity of emotions that san poured into his music, and the conflict of emotions seonghwa fought within.

they both continued to stand in silence, letting the artwork speak for itself. the whole room seemed to hold its breath, even the dust particles seemed to stop in time - as if in complete deference for the deep, profound connection between music and its visual counterpart.

san finally broke the silence, and time seemed to flow again.

“i mean - seriously, seonghwa. this is more than i could have ever imagined. i would be lying if i said i was surprised though - only you could pull this off.”

seonghwa smiled humbly, a soft pink blush creeping back onto his cheeks.

“you’re too kind, san. and i want you to know that - it has been an honor collaborating with you. my only regret is not doing it sooner.”

with a chuckle, san lightly punched seonghwa on the shoulder.

“then may this be the first of many.”

“... hey san?”

“mm?”

seonghwa took a deep breath.

“i listened to a bit of the title track. you know, just so i knew how to put your own voice, your own words, your own emotions, into visual form. and i’m just curious…what inspired you?”

san’s smile softened as he averted his gaze, eventually opting to close his eyes and take a moment to relive the melody before answering seonghwa’s question.

“what inspired me? well… it's a mix of things, really."

“you don’t have to tell me.”

"no, it’s okay. honestly, the entire album, is a reflection of my whole life journey. it's about the highs and the lows, the love and the heartbreaks, the gains and the losses, and the constant search of meaning and purpose. each song represents a different chapter of my life. except for one.”

“that’s beautiful, sa- sorry, except for one?”

san meekly looked back at the painting, his eyes tracing the careful, delicate strokes and vivid colors that bounced back at him.

“yeah. the title track you mentioned. i wrote and sang it for you. well, more so how i think you feel about the person you keep painting.”

seonghwa’s eyes widened in surprise, his head snapping to look at the other with complete awe. his heart began to race, and his hand quickly flew to his chest. the room returned to its original silence - one that seemed to go even deeper as san’s words sank in. the humble painter was completely taken aback as he struggling to find the right words to such a jarring reply.

"f-for me?" seonghwa finally managed to splutter, something san smiled warmly at.

“yeah. for you. and that person. i mean... even though i said i wasn’t able to understand you, anyone can still see the true love and longing you have etched into your features. you’re not able to see the way you look at them whenever you bring them to life through your passion of art. and that's what inspired the song. it’s my own personal perception of your own personal emotions."

seonghwa stood there, still stunned by what he had just heard. the thoughts and emotions that had been buried deep within him, the ones he thought he had concealed and hidden away from the rest of the world, had just escaped san’s lips in word form.

"i… never expected you to see it," seonghwa murmured, his face now tinted pink. "you know me. i’m not an emotional person. i thought i was good at hiding my feelings."

san laughed and shook his head.

“hey, hyung, listen. i do know you, and you’re right - but also incredibly wrong. while you may be good at hiding your emotions from others, you can’t hide them from me. and when it comes down to your art, your mystery person, you can’t hide them from anyone. the vibe is beautiful, at times bittersweet - so in a sense, hyung, you and your muse have become my muses.”

the revelation that san’s title track was inspired by seonghwa and his emotions left the studio enveloped in yet another silence - this time one of profoundness and comfort. it simply became a moment between two artists and an enthralling muse.

"san," seonghwa finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “thank you for understanding me in a way that no one else ever has. and… thank you for giving my thoughts and my muse a voice."

“hey, you don't have to thank me. i couldn’t have done it without you.”

“and through the pages of time, i’ll still search every space, and through the darkness of shadows, i’ll still chase every trace, and though you maybe may be a love undefined, i’ll give to you this promise, ‘til our destinies can entwine…

~

“through the realms of dreams, i’ll journey far, for the love that's written in every star, with every heartbeat, i’ll stay true, until the day, the day i finally find you.”

“oh my god, wooyoung…”

you gawked at your best friend, who grinned at your reaction.

“so? what do you think?”

“i think it’s amazing. you really wrote that?”

“yeah.”

you shook your head at him, the rest of your body paralyzed in its place.

“dude, you have to take that to a recording studio or something.”

“hah, you really think so?" wooyoung replied with a playful smirk, trying to hide the genuine feelings of relief he felt at your positive response.

they were inspired by your love for your muse, after all.

but of course, he could never tell you that. not when you were already deeply troubled by the unfulfilled feelings of love and longing you had for him. he figured if you were to know, you would figure it out in your own.

“maybe i should consider it - though, i don’t want to put an end to everyone else’s careers.”

you nudged him lightly with your elbow, poking your tongue out at him playfully before letting out a laugh.

"okay, mr humble. if you’re going to be like that, i’ll take it all back. the fame’s already getting to your head and you haven’t even left the room yet.”

feigning the utmost shock and betrayal, wooyoung gasped dramatically and draped an arm over his eyes - which in turn, resulted in probably your biggest eye roll to date.

“oh y/n, you wound me once more! you’re so willing to retract your compliments - were your words merely superficial?”

you couldn't help but laugh loudly, drawing a few curious glances from your classmates. which of course, only resulted in wooyoung laughing loudly at you too.

“okay, okay. come on, wooyoung, you know i’m just kidding," you teased, nudging him again. "but seriously, i think you should at least try and contact a few studios. even if you don’t hear back, it’s worth the effort. you have a true gift for art. it’s beautiful, just like your photography."

as he absorbed your words, wooyoung’s playful demeanor shifted to a warm, gentle one. he looked at you softly, a small smile etched into his features.

“thank you, y/n. all jokes aside, your support means a lot to me. i’ll consider it, i promise.”

returning his smile, you took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. but before either of you could even have the chance to speak again, a scoff caught your attention.

peering over the shoulder of the purple headed boy in front of you, your eyes landed on another student, who you immediately recognized as one of the more recent transfers into the fashion department. you guessed he would roughly be around wooyoung’s height if it weren’t for his shoes, he sported a rather colorful mullet and he was dressed head to toe in a messy array of clothes and accessories.

you arched an eyebrow at him, noticing a glint of amusement in his intense gaze. he looked like he was holding back a laugh, as if he found something amusing about the conversation you were having with your best friend.

"what?" you questioned, eyes narrowing at the unique man.

rather than replying, he shot you a wink before making his way over, seemingly unaffected by your scrutiny.

“nothing," he replied casually, his chunky platforms causing him to tower over wooyoung - something you had to hold back on joking about. “i just couldn't help but overhear the two of you talking about music. and then some sappy shit."

a playful grin tugged at wooyoung’s lips as he sized up the new arrival.

“oh, so you were eavesdropping, huh? you’ve got quite the sharp ear. but i suppose that’s to be expected by such an esteemed musician like yourself.”

you glanced between the two, a puzzled look taking over your once suspicious expression. you were aware of this guy - he was hard to miss - but they seemed to share a camaraderie that you weren't aware of.

“wait, you two know each other?" you blinked, still trying to figure out the dynamic between them.

the vibrant multicolored haired man extended a heavily ringed hand, swiping his pierced tongue along his bottom lip and shooting you another wink.

“pleasure to make your acquaintance, sweetheart. the name’s hongjoong. but you could call me yours for tonight, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

you quickly pulled your hand away from his rather tight grasp, a slight blush creeping onto your face.

“uh… nice to meet you too, i guess. but i think i’ll stick to calling you hongjoong."

“yeah,” wooyoung snickered, clearly amused by the interaction. “unfortunately for you, ‘sweetheart’ isn’t really the one for cheesy pickup lines, hyung.”

“oh, i see how it is,” hongjoong chuckled, visibly unfazed by both of your responses. “well, the offer still stands.”

you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by this newcomer you now knew was named hongjoong. he certainly had a magnetic personality that demanded everyone’s full attention, but despite his playful demeanor and rather straightforward flirting, there was still an underlying feeling of genuine warmth radiating off of him. wooyoung looked comfortable - and you laughed when hongjoong flicked his forehead.

“you know, i appreciate it, but i’m still gonna pass,” you replied to him. “so how do you guys, you know, know each other?”

“wooyoung and i met when the fashion department and the photography department collaborated on a project last semester. we made the pieces, they took the pictures. then they served as our professional photographers when we had a showcase modelling our creations.”

wooyoung chimed in, his eyes glinting with fondness as he recalled the encounter.

"we were assigned together. honestly, i thought it would be a disaster at first. hongjoong has such a wild and bold sense of style and i’m all about subtle elegance. but somehow, our creative differences ended up complementing each other perfectly - i really got to gain some experience with experimental looks and got to expand my portfolio. it could really help me if i wanna apply for something surrounding haute couture.”

as you listened to wooyoung speak about his collaboration with the uniquely dressed man with a belt made of chained up teddy bears, you couldn't help but admire a rare instance where fire and ice were actually compatible. never in a million years had you thought someone as poised, sophisticated and traditional as wooyoung could come close to being friends with someone as bright, daring and unconventional as hongjoong. but alas - here it was in front of you, a strong friendship between two polar opposites (besides their humor).

“that’s amazing," you said, nodding your head in approval. "i think it’s amazing how two ‘contradicting’ art styles can create one extraordinary art form.”

hongjoong smirked at your words and took a little bow.

“thank you, sweetheart. you bet it was extraordinary. our work had people talking for weeks. did you read the local paper? we got an article and everything. it’s all about pushing boundaries, you know? not just in art, but every aspect of life is more exciting when you dare to step out of your comfort zone and take that risk."

you nodded again in agreement, finding yourself captivated by hongjoong's outlook on life.

“besides,” hongjoong continued matter-of-factly, “the exposure really helped with my music career.”

you tilted your head, eyes darting to wooyoung.

“wait. music career?”

“yep,” wooyoung reaffirmed. “hongjoong’s in an indie rock band.”

you were taken aback, pleasantly surprised by the sudden turn in conversation. though the subject of hongjoong being a musician came up earlier, you weren’t sure how serious wooyoung was being.

"an indie rock band? that’s incredible! why didn’t you say so when you scoffed at us?”

hongjoong shrugged with a nonchalant grin.

“you judged a book by its cover sweetheart. but yeah, now the cat’s out of the bag, we started playing gigs at local venues and have been slowly building our presence in the music scene. now we play at festivals, and shit. you and wooyoung should come along next time. i’d like to see some familiar faces that don’t belong to the groupies trying to get into my pants.”

the more you learned about hongjoong, the more fascinated you became. he was a true artist in every sense of the word, an epitome even, excelling in multiple creative avenues. suddenly it all made sense why his and wooyoung’s friendship worked so well – despite their differences, they were both passionate and unafraid to explore their own personal boundaries.

“you know, that sounds great, i’d love to come to one of your gigs one day. hey, i was just talking to wooyoung about the possibility of him making music. what do you think? genuinely this time, don’t be a smartass.”

“well,” hongjoong’s eyes shifted back to wooyoung as he considered your question. “i didn’t know wooyoung was interested in making his own music, but from what i know about his ethic and from what i heard just before, i don’t doubt he would excel in the industry. tell you what - i’ll speak to the others, maybe we could collaborate on something.”

as soon as hongjoong’s preposition left his lips, a spark of excitement danced in both your and wooyoung’s eyes. the idea of combining their talents seemed like an incredible opportunity to create something special - and your mind began filling with possibilities.

it was apparent that wooyoung thought the same, as he barely managed to get out a faint “are you serious?" - something hongjoong chuckled at.

“of course! i think our styles could create something powerful. i trust your artistic abilities, so let’s give it a shot. but just know, i hold a high standard and i’m going to be tough. i may believe in freedom of expression but i’m still a perfectionist.”

“understood, hyung. i won’t let you down."

~

TAGLIST: @hwalysm, @downbadreading

[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제1장)

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, @hwalysm, pinterest

wc ≈1.2k. unedited. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san and artstudent!wooyoung). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. no massive genre yet - just seonghwa buying paint, san making him an offer to collaborate and wooyoung acting dramatic over frozen yogurt. if you're lactose intolerant, it's dairy free. wooyoung drops the f bomb once.

seonghwa stood before the mesmerizing array of paints, his eyes carefully scanning the vibrant colors and various sizes. each stroke of his brush held the essence of the mystery person he had long sought after - thus he longed for the perfect shades to bring them to as much life as he could possibly muster.

with contemplation evident on his brow furrowed face, he delicately picked up each tube, bottle and bucket, studying their hues as if they held the key to unlocking his artistic visions, before placing them back down and subsequently moving on to the next.

this mysterious figure demanded nothing less than the highest standard, the most absolute perfection. it wasn’t merely just a matter of finding the “right pigments”; it was about capturing the intricate emotions, fine distinctions and the very soul that resided within him.

as seonghwa continued his search, his fingers grazed the plastic of a particularly alluring bottle of midnight blue. his heart skipped a beat as he recognized the potential within its depths.

could this be the very bottle that will perfectly encapsulate the melancholic gaze, the subtle yet screamingly obvious elegance his muse carried?

or perhaps the soft, beautiful lilac, like the delicate blush of morning's first light, that could capture the whimsical grace and vulnerability he oh so desperately wanted to capture on his canvases?

or maybe even—

“oh, seonghwa. i thought i’d find you here.”

seonghwa turned his head at the sound of his best friend’s voice, his fingers still hovering over the bottle of midnight blue. he offered the younger a small smile, the conflict of choice still evident in his eyes.

“san? what are you doing here?”

“well..” san responded, curiously eyeing the deep hue seonghwa now held in his hands. “process of elimination. you weren’t in your art studio, and you didn’t answer your door - so i knew there was only one other place you could be at.”

seonghwa chuckled.

“clever. how can i help you, san?”

“well,” san began, his eyes shining with anticipation. “i have an idea.”

seonghwa raised an eyebrow, intrigued and slightly suspicious by his friend's enthusiasm. knowing his best friend, his ideas could either be incredibly amazing or incredibly stupid.

“what kind of idea?"

san’s mischievous grin widened as he continued to speak.

“i know you've been longing to bring this person to life, right? well, what if we combine our talents? i want you to help me with the cover art for my upcoming album."

seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the proposition. music and art, two creative realms of two passionate souls merging together - at the very least, it was an exciting and intriguing prospect to him.

“really? you want me to create the cover art for your album?"

san nodded, his eyes somehow sparkling even more. seonghwa couldn’t help but smile at the sight. music made san happy. the recording studio to san was like the art studio to seonghwa - a place of nothing but raw emotion and self expression.

“yeah, of course!” san exclaimed. “who else? you’re my best mate, you’re super talented, and i think it would be a great way to start bringing a voice and some sound to the person you keep painting. they obviously mean a lot to you. so what do you say, park seonghwa?”

seonghwa’s heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and excitement at san’s idea. not only was it a chance for him to collaborate creatively with the only person that ever believed in him - but it also provided him with an opportunity to not only see, but to finally hear even just a little bit of his muse. it was a chance to bring them to life, even if it was through a different medium. and even though it would mean he would have to show his muse to the world, maybe it could bring them back to him somehow. he set the bottle of midnight blue back on the shelf, its potential momentarily forgotten, as he turned to face san with his full attention.

"i would be honored, choi san.”

~

you watched as wooyoung stood before the mesmerizing array of film cameras, his eyes carefully scanning the various brands and sizes. each press of a button immobilized his precious memories and provided him with physical evidence he could carry to the future - thus he longed for the perfect camera capable of capturing such pieces of time.

with contemplation evident on his brow furrowed face, he delicately picked up each little machine, studying their lenses and functions as if they held the key to unlocking his artistic visions, before placing them back down and subsequently moving on to the next.

with a click of the tongue, you grabbed his arm, causing him to jump and glare at you.

“jesus christ, y/n. i almost dropped the fucking camera.”

“sorry, wooyoung. i’m just bored.”

“then why did you come along?”

you sighed, fighting back the urge to facepalm at his question.

“because you made me, woo. you begged and begged, and promised me frozen yogurt.”

you blankly stared at the purple haired man clutch his chest and sink to his knees, feigning betrayal.

“is that really how much you value our friendship, y/n? where the promise of some sweet, chilled cultures dictates whether or not you accompany me, your best friend and greatest person in the whole world, to a store that enables the upkeep of passion?”

“yep.”

wooyoung’s melodramatic reaction left you stifling a laugh but you quickly composed yourself - not wanting to draw any further attention to yourself.

"look, i really do value our friendship, woo," you reassured him, a mischievous glint in your eyes and a smirk creeping onto your face. "but i mean, come on. a little frozen yo-yo never has never hurt anybody as an added incentive, don’t you think?"

“ah, y/n, you wound me with your words. here i am, pouring my heart out into finding the perfect camera to capture the very essence of life and its beauty, and you reduce it to mere frozen treats.”

you couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics, quickly stopping and clearing your throat once you noticed the other customers starting to stare.

wooyoung, who was still on his knees, followed your gaze before looking up at you with an exaggerated pout and playful eyes. he extended his hand towards you, his voice dripping with faux sorrow and defeat.

"okay, fine. if frozen yogurt is all it takes to have you stick around and bask in my wonderful, unforgettable presence, then i graciously accept your terms.”

reigning victorious, you took your best friend’s hand and helped him to his feet, giving his cheek a playful squeeze as he brushed nonexistent dust off his clothes, signalling the end of his act.

as you stood side by side, eyes still twinkling at each other with shared mischief, you couldn't help but feel grateful for your friendship and the lighthearted moments you shared.

shooting you a warm smile, wooyoung tilted his head towards the cameras.

“well then. shall we?”

“well then. we shall.”

~

TAGLIST: @hwalysm, @downbadreading

[hwauroras]

— HONGJOONG AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, pinterest, pinterest

disclaimers in my pinned post. part one of eight, masterpost here. contains pet names right at the top. as this is purely a sfw headcanon, there's no warning for anything explicit. and though this is an "as your boyfriend", it's not a y/n situation. mentions painting each other's nails, but i have offered the alternative of it being just him if that's not your thing. also mentions sitting on his lap to do his eyeliner. slight mentions of physical affection.

baby, sweetheart, darling

joong, joongie

museum dates

casual dining

chilling in his studio, painting each other's nails at 2am (if you're not into that, then he would just let you paint his)

sitting on his lap and doing his eyeliner

listening to music together

either jamming out or sharing earphones

gifts of sentimental value

might be the type to buy you a star in the sky

writing and exchanging love letters

songs dedicated to you and his thoughts and feelings with love

a long list of notes with your favorite things + things you have said

looking at you with stars in his eyes

holding and brushing of pinkies

no matter how busy he may be, he wouldn't miss an important date or event

good morning texts !!!!!!!!!!!

overall, not overly physically affectionate, but his subtle actions are still just as meaningful

a protective hand on the small of your back

would look after you if you're sick

nose, cheek, forehead and temple kisses

kisses on the back of your hand

cupping your face in his hands

would walk on the side closer to the road

making you custom clothes/jewelry

or buying two of everything so you can both match

his phone lockscreen would probably be a picture of just you, or a picture of both of you, that he adores

very annoying (endearing) when in a playful mood

overdramatic king

jokingly calling his mom to tattle and sulk (just like what he did with wooyo)

very supportive !!!! of everything !!! including tax fraud !!!!!

IM KIDDING DON'T DO THAT DON'T TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY DO NOT COMMIT TAX FRAUD

but seriously, would support your dreams

if you're creative, he would let you collaborate with him

respectful of needs and CAN COMMUNICATE !!!!!!!!

[hwauroras]

— AS YOUR BOYFRIEND (ATEEZ) !

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, pinterest, allkpop

an eight part as your boyfriend headcanon "series" made up of one post for each member. there may be spin offs or works inspired by some of the prompts. gender neutral. sfw. no upload schedule. taglist available.

MEMBERS:

-> HONGJOONG [홍중] !

-> SEONGHWA [성화] !

-> YUNHO [윤호] !

-> YEOSANG [여상] !

-> SAN [산] !

-> MINGI [민기] !

-> WOOYOUNG [우영] !

-> JONGHO [종호] !

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED FOR THE CERTAIN MEMBERS OR THE ENTIRE GROUP !

[hwauroras]

bestie your blog makes me want to cry MY EYES out it's so gorgeous

(also ur writing slays pls never stop)

omg im so sorry for getting back to this late but THANK YOUUUU :'DD same with yours !!! omg i cant even begin to imagine the amount of work and effort that would have to go into everything. it deserves so much recognition. and i love your writing too !!! everything you do is just so eloquent omg i cnat

[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제0장)

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, @hwalysm, pinterest

wc 2k. unedited. technically the first chapter but can be counted as an epilogue. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san and artstudent!wooyoung). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. mainly consists of introductions to the main characters. seems like a bit of a dump, just to get the details out there. will become more of a story in chapter 1. no massive genre yet. a bit angsty i suppose? but nothing tragic.

placing down the colorful piece of kidney shaped wood that had helped him tell many stories and portray so many emotions before, seonghwa’s eyes fixed on the mesmerizing splash of blue and white that stared back at him; a depiction of a mysterious individual who, long ago, he had conjured from the depths of his imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, he was staring at some blank plain-woven cotton - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful brushstrokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to him, yet it was one that came to him so naturally - one that numbed him of almost all his senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, seonghwa grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless rainy days and star filled nights, he worked to perfect his craft.

and he still wasn’t satisfied.

with a slight tsk, seonghwa tore his eyes away from the canvas and ran his fingers through his shiny black hair (made slightly blue by his most recent activities).

if it were anyone else, they would not see a single flaw.

yet seonghwa, he saw but one.

“damn it. why can’t you just be here?”

with a heavy sigh, seonghwa let his hand drop from his hair and swing by his side. he turned to face the room where he, and only he, spent most of his days and nights in. the walls were adorned with his magnificent artwork, each stroke on every canvas capturing and immobilizing a piece of his passion, his love. it would be clear to anyone who managed to steal even the slightest glimpse, that this was all he lived for.

and, while that would be a very fair (and true) assumption, not a single stroke on any one of those canvases was capable of truly expressing how he felt deep inside. it all lacked one key element - them.

the way he saw it; when you paint something or someone so exquisite again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. you can’t help but imagine things, and dare he say it - paint a picture of what things could possibly be like if things were different.

what if they existed?

what if they were his?

“it’s all one big ‘what if’, isn’t it?” seonghwa asked aloud, to no one and nothing but his many “failed” projects.

well - at least, that’s what he initially thought.

“what’s one big ‘what if’?”

the black haired man spun around upon hearing a reply in a voice different to his own, his dark brown eyes landing directly on another rather dorito shaped man with dimples leaning against the doorframe.

“ah.. san. please don’t sneak up on me like that.”

with the view of seonghwa’s hand instinctively clutching his chest to calm his racing heart, san, seonghwa’s closest friend of eight years (and only exception into the room), let a mischievous smile creep onto his face.

"sorry, seonghwa hyung," san chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, clearly unaffected by the shock he had caused to the older male. “i couldn't resist. how about a penny for your thoughts?”

quickly gaining his composure, seonghwa’s gaze softened at the troublesome - yet kindhearted and well intentioned - younger man that stood before him.

"oh, it’s nothing," he replied with a small, reassuring smile, though his voice carried a slight hint of uncertainty. “i’m just a little tired.”

san’s expression changed, his playful demeanor shifting to a serious, concerned one.

“are you sure?” he asked, taking a cautious step closer. “i mean.. i know you know yourself best, but i can’t help but notice you’ve been a little distant lately. maybe frustrated?”

seonghwa hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to confide in san. but the genuine concern in his friend's eyes was hard to ignore, and he knew he had to be honest.

nothing gets past choi san, he thought to himself.

“san, have you ever longed for something so profound, yet no matter how deep that feeling may go, you know it can never be?”

the younger tilted his head at the question.

“what do you mean?”

seonghwa took a deep breath, trying to put his complex, unexplainable emotions into brief words.

“well.. you know how artists can pour their heart, their soul, their lives - into their creations?”

san nodded.

“of course. i’m like that with my music.”

“well, it's like that for me too,” seonghwa continued, turning to face the string of canvases that lined his walls. “i’ve been painting someone, imagining someone, for as long as i can remember. they’re a part of me, but they’re not real. and they’re not me either. they’re like a completely different entity.”

san’s brows furrowed as he followed his friend’s gaze.

“is that the person? the one you’ve only shown to me? i didn’t realize it went that deep.”

“yes, that's the one. my muse.”

san placed a comforting hand on seonghwa’s shoulder and offered a warm smile, which seonghwa couldn’t help but return when he spotted the man’s dimples.

“hyung, i may not fully understand what you're going through, but from one artist to another, i do understand the power of art and the emotions it’s able to provoke," san said earnestly. “and if you feel this way about your paintings, which are a reflection of your thoughts, and are a form of self expression, then maybe you’re onto something.”

seonghwa’s eyes widened at the younger man’s words - which softened the eyes of the latter, his dimples deepening as he continued to speak.

“maybe your art is a physical manifestation of what your heart knows. perhaps they’re glimpses into the possibilities that exist beyond the realm of paint and canvas.

“but what do i know?” san finished with a quip, his eyes turning into crescent moons. “i’m no painter. i could be completely wrong. just promise you won’t pull a van gogh over this, okay?”

seonghwa stared at san, a look of bewilderment etched into his features. with eyes wide and mouth agape, and an apparent dismissal of the younger man’s additional comment, san's words had evidently struck a chord. after a few moments of silence, he opened his mouth to respond.

“you know, maybe you’re right. thank you, san. you’re a great friend. and - i promise.”

~

“hey y/n!”

startled by the sudden intrusion into classroom you were seated in, you looked up - and locked eyes with a purple haired man you knew all too well.

with a sigh, you placed down your sketchbook - one that contained the many stories and portrayals of so many emotions you’ve felt over the years. though, despite your immense amount of skill, you never seemed able to quite accurately portray this one subject heavy on your mind. a depiction of a mysterious male individual who, long ago, you had conjured from the depths of your imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, you were staring at a blank piece of wood pulp paper - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful pencil strokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to you, yet it was one that came to you so naturally - one that numbed you of almost all your senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, you grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless peaceful days and somber nights, you worked to perfect your craft.

and you still weren’t satisfied.

shaking your head, you mindlessly waved your hand at the empty chair opposite you. with a smirk, the mentioned man took his cue and seated himself, resting his head between his hands, his elbows using the table in front of you for support.

“what do you want, wooyoung?”

“ah, my sweet sweet y/n,” wooyoung said with a pout, clutching his heart dramatically. “must you be so cold?”

you rolled your eyes at wooyoung’s theatrics, and playfully pushed his shoulder.

“i’m not being cold, woo. i’m just focused on my art - and you always tend to barge in at the wrong times.”

wooyoung’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his mischievous grin never leaving his lips.

“ah, yes, your art. the hobby that consumes you day and night, leaving no room for anything else, or anyone else for that matter. including me. do you have any idea how much that hurts, y/n? honestly, the audacity.”

you couldn't help but blush slightly at his teasing, knowing that he was well aware of your fixation on the male figure you couldn’t stop sketching - and how you felt about it all too. wooyoung had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember (both of your moms both volunteered at the same animal shelter) and he was the only one you ever felt comfortable enough to confided in about the otherworldly creation that had become the centre of your artistic world.

"sorry, woo. i just can't help it," you admitted, glancing at your sketchbook with a mix of admiration and frustration (an action that your friend mirrored). “it’s just that - when you draw something or someone so beautiful again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. and every time i draw him, i feel like i’m able to get closer to capturing who he really is in my mind - but yet, he still manages to slip away from me.”

wooyoung’s playful expression softened, his gaze filled with sympathy and understanding as he reached out to pat your shoulder - drawing your attention back to him.

“i know, y/n. you’ve been my ride or die since forever. i can see how much this guy means to you, how he consumes your thoughts. i’ll even go as far as to say he’s the reason you’re at this school.”

you nodded slowly at his words.

you and wooyoung were always avid artists, so it almost seemed inevitable for you to apply for and be accepted into the aurora institute of the visual and performing arts. but - you knew it wouldn’t have been possible without the years you spent on your mystery muse.

“but,” he continued, “we can’t blur the line between fantasy and reality forever, y/n. as much as your art connects you to this guy, we need to remember that he is a creation born from your imagination. he doesn’t exist. there’s so much more out there for you to see, there’s someone else out there for you to love. they could be right in front of you, and yet you push those opportunities away. i’m glad you’re so passionate about this, but you must think rationally - for your own good.”

you sighed, a mix of gratitude and frustration washing over you. you knew he was right, that this figure came from your mind - but there was a part of you that knew it wasn’t that simple.

“wooyoung…”

“look, if this really means that much to you, i won’t stop you from thinking this way. i trust your judgement. but,” wooyoung paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and sympathy, "i just want you to be keep an open mind. don’t limit yourself to this one guy you may not ever find. and i know there's someone special out there who could make you just as happy - if not happier - than you could ever imagine.

“so please,” wooyoung pleaded, his eyes shifting to a look of something just short of desperation, “promise me that you’ll try.”

with a deep sigh, your gaze flicked back to the black and white mystery man, whose deep lead eyes stared back at you with as much emotion as you could physically portray.

“i promise, wooyoung.”

~

TAGLIST: @hwalysm

[hwauroras]

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU.

pic sources in order left -> right: my pic, pinterest (lost the link), pinterest

a current work in progress, which will be uploaded as a multi-part series. this is the idea that encouraged the commencement of @hwauroras, and has been heavily inspired by my own views on art and through my conversations with @hwalysm.

SYNOPSIS: despite being from completely different universes, two artists are able to see and feel each other from the deepest depths of their souls - both becoming the muses for each other's respective art pieces. it would be but the inevitable that over time, the two would fall in love, but oh! isn't that silly? a mere painting, a mere sketch.. how could they ever be? that's impossible, right? well, yes. until an "accident" occurs, and the two begin searching for each other within the very masterpieces they have created over the years - each one becoming portals to different universes.

MAIN PAIRING: painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (gender neutral!)

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS (WILL BE UPDATED AS THE STORY CONTINUES): musician!san, artstudent!wooyoung, artstudent!rockstar!hongjoong

GENRE/S: "strangers" to lovers, soulmate au, angst, slow burn, lmk if i'm missing one

SNEAK PEEK:

placing down the colorful piece of kidney shaped wood that had helped him tell many stories and portray so many emotions before, seonghwa’s eyes fixed on the mesmerizing splash of blue and white that stared back at him; a depiction of a mysterious individual who, long ago, he had conjured from the depths of his imagination. it was, at first, a little jarring. one minute, he was staring at some blank plain-woven cotton - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful brushstrokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to him, yet it was one that came to him so naturally - one that numbed him of almost all his senses except those ruled by the inner realm. but of course, as time went on, seonghwa grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless rainy days and star filled nights, he worked to perfect his craft. and he still wasn’t satisfied. with a slight tsk, seonghwa tore his eyes away from the canvas and ran his fingers through his shiny black hair (made slightly blue by his most recent activities). if it were anyone else, they would not see a single flaw. yet seonghwa, he saw but one. “damn it. why can’t you just be here?”

TAGLIST: @hwalysm (duh), @downbadreading, @joongs-moon

CHAPTERS:

제0장 (CHAPTER 0) 제1장 (CHAPTER 1) 제2장 (CHAPTER 2) 제3장 (CHAPTER 3)

[hwauroras]

808’S LITTLE PRINCESS !

wc 0.6k. unedited. dad!seonghwa and his daughter on a lazy sunday morning. one very small mention wooyoung and an unnamed partner. fluff. slice of life? might make @hwalysm cry.

as seonghwa slowly opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted by the warm rays of the sun that peeked in through the curtains. it was sunday morning, and it was the one day of the week where he could wake up after the sun. stretching his arms, he smiled as he remembered the reason for why he didn’t end up sleeping until the late hours of the afternoon. he glanced over at the alarm - 8:08am.

as to not disturb the peaceful sleep of his partner next to him, he got out of bed as quietly as he could and quickly tiptoed down the hall. only one destination was in mind; not the bathroom, not the kitchen, but the bedroom that belonged to the apple of his eye - his beloved daughter, his princess.

gently pushing the door open, his eyes landed on her tiny figure nestled comfortably in her pink princess bed, her little arms clutching her favorite stuffed princess bunny, kindly gifted to her by uncle wooyoung. seonghwa couldn't help but smile widely at what he saw, his eyes shining as if they were filled with stars.

"good morning, my little princess," he whispered, making his way over to where she lay - though he didn’t get very far, for as soon as his daughter heard his voice, her eyes shot open, revealing the same sparkling eyes as her father. her face instantly lit up, the bunny immediately forgotten, and seonghwa fell in love all over again - just like the day she was born.

"daddy!" she screamed and held out her arms, inviting him for an embrace. it was an invitation seonghwa just couldn’t refuse - scooping her up into his arms and pulling her close to his chest.

"did you sleep well, my precious angel?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. she giggled in response, her little hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair. nuzzling her nose with his, he picked up her bunny, handed it to her, and made his way to the living room.

settling down into the comfortable plush armchair by the window, he positioned his daughter on his lap, her legs dangling and swinging off the side. they both glanced out at the peaceful view of the morning sky, relishing in the tranquility of the moment together.

seonghwa’s eyes shifted adoringly to his daughter, whose eyes were wide and sparkling with awe and curiosity. passing the bunny to her father, she reached out to touch everything she could, albeit through the glass, exploring the world and its simple natural beauty.

admittedly, seonghwa was originally quite nervous to be a father. it wasn’t like he didn’t want to, but it all happened so suddenly. however, it was in these precious moments like these that reminded him of just how lucky he was to have this incredible little girl full of imagination and wonder in his life.

time seemed to both fly by and cease to exist as he continued to sit there, cherishing the bond he shared with his princess. he was more than aware of the fact that such times would be fleeting, that his little girl would grow up faster than he could ever imagine and be prepared for. he knew he could close his eyes, and open them to the sight of this very scene being played out by his daughter and her own child.

but on this lazy sunday morning, he wasn’t worried.

his attention was drawn back to the little bundle of joy in his arms, who began to snore softly, causing seonghwa to chuckle softly.

“i love you, my little princess."

[hwauroras]

MASTERLIST !

-> 📖 - multiple parts ! | 📄 - oneshot !

ATEEZ !

AS YOUR BOYFRIEND (MASTERPOST) ! 📖📄

HONGJOONG !

SEONGHWA !

808'S LITTLE PRINCESS ! 📄

THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (MASTERPOST) ! 📖

YUNHO !

YEOSANG !

SAN !

MINGI !

WOOYOUNG !

JONGHO !

[hwauroras]

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THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (MASTERPOST) (P.SH) !

AS YOUR BOYFRIEND (MASTERPOST) (ATEEZ) !