#hw!starter

[blackkvt-blog]

his fingers strum out a small, surprisingly soft, tune as he sits in one of the chairs in the basement, his throat humming intermittently as he worked out a potential tune for whatever it was that he was in the beginning stages of working on. his phone lit up the darkened area enough for him to see and acknowledge just how late in the night it was; just past one in the morning - the perfect time to be lurking alone in the basement lounge like a weirdo. but being alone was not to last, it seemed, as footsteps on the stairs made his gaze lift up just slightly from the music sheet in front of him.

[la-misun-blog]

it had to be perfect, mi sun thought, maneuvering her left hand in specific postures, pressing it against random kitchen items, holding up utensils that seemed particularly expensive. she took photos with her phone in her other hand, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her lips in concentration.  the photos were going to be part of her hand modeling portfolio, so the lighting and the angle and the fucking nonsensical photographic vibe had to be j u s t right. everything had to convey, hi, please hire me and ignore everything that byung-chul makes come out of my mouth.

and she would get that message conveyed in her photos, even if it meant balancing one leg on the counter and the other leg on the stool to get the perfect picture of her hand in the golden light, poised and posed against dust particles.

she heard footsteps coming into the kitchen -- “wait, wait, wait,” she said quickly, “almost got it -- almost...”

[tvcitvrn]

Eun didn’t spend much of his time outside his small room but the weather was nice outside and he wanted to sketch a little. The only time eun enjoyed being outside was for drawing nature in his sketchbook. The boy sat down on a table outside and opened his notebook as he began to sketch. He was too focused on his drawing to notice the person near him.