#hrbomi

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ you’re not getting sick again, are you? ❞

→ prompt.

→   colorful lids flutter and dark eyes glance towards the artist painting her face. it’s difficult to decipher bomi’s tone but misook is too exhausted to make an attempt. her night had been busy. her husband had arrived unexpectedly but just as quickly as he had come, he was being sent away, the pair only given the night to catch up and meet on the same page, in case her father thinks to ask either how their lives as a set are going. in which case, a night that would have been spent sleeping well with an overnight mask, had been wasted. collecting a breath, she lifts a hand and removes the makeup artist’s own, not unkindly, so she can take another long sip of her coffee. “no. do i look it? you should add more concealer, if that’s the case.”

[hrxblaqk]

❝ look! it’s snowing! ❞

→ prompt.

“snow?” 

from his phone screen, blaqk’s attention is diverted. he hadn’t finished his game but he pauses the session to look over to the window bomi is standing only a feet from. he can see the flurries from where he’s seated, snow sweeping through the air and inspiring a shiver to chase up and down his spine. 

he’s supposed to shoot outdoors and their concept for the day had not been inspired by winter wear. he already knows his collarbone is the minimum of what will be exposed. as one of the older members of rubato, he’s slowly come to take on the more mature visuals for the group. on most days he doesn’t mind the occasional slip of exposed skin but he does mind when that sliver is being exposed to the cold.

"bomi,” he starts, trying to sound cuter and younger than he is as he moves closer and bumps her shoulder with his. “you’re coming outside, too, right? you’ll let me borrow your jacket? you’ll keep me warm?”