#( wheww... here we go!! if u wanna change anything lmk?? i didnt proof read and im a lil sleepy so it might be nOT THAT GREAT

[bneunha]

coloring aid.

          setting: it’s a rainy saturday morning, she is on seoul’s museum of art about to have a chance encounter with @bnxhyunjin​.

          something about being surrounded by artistic representations have always soothed her heart ever since the presence of her father was lost. when things felt too hard, eunha would claim museums and galleries as her safe haven, to love and cherish, protect her even. perhaps that’s why she took her time gazing at the canvasses anchored over bland-coloured walls, stood before them and took in every shape, curve and beautifully painted strokes. even if her art’s harmony and refinement would never compare to that of the one before her chocolate irises, eunha thought, she wanted to be there too. and, lucky her, she had the chance to.

          that was the reason why she had woken up early, picked up an umbrella and walked through the rain and into the halls of the seoul’s museum. an exhibition. her very first. fully endowed by her university in order to flaunt their students’ talents and creativity, that she could only hope to share. especially now, when she had a dozen of preparations to make, studies and work keeping her busy and, worse than that, a completely emptiness of one’s mind whenever she did as much as hold the brush. with so many struggles keeping her from having full control of her own area of the exhibition, eunha figured she needed assistance and where better to get it than from the actual staff of the place, that swore to aid all students on whatever they needed? reason why she snapped out of her trance with a small shake of her head, quick steps taking her through the building, searching for someone to help her out. and that’s when she saw him.

          the blond, muscular, tall male examined an esculpture that seemed too old, too deformed for her to tell the artists’ intentions behind the structure. that was art, though. it didn’t necessarily need to make sense, as long as it made you feel something. he did seem like he understood it, though — something about his eyes and the way they devoured the strange figure gave it away — , and despite not knowing exactly what, just his posture and antics had eunha assuming he was finally the help she had been looking for. a staff, finally, ready to assist her. “excuse me!”, exclaimed her, after having rushed over to him and interrupted what she thought was him analysing if the piece demanded repairs and restorations. “i’m one of the students that will be holding an exhibition here soon.. you’re staff, right? i need your help, i don’t even know where to begin!” but she did begin. well, the talking part, anyway. rambling about all the things she had to do and couldn’t get to yet, hoping he would be able to, in the least, clear her mind about a thing or two.