Sep 7, 2020
Jihyun Week 2020
Day 1. Fairytale.
I just wanted to draw a fairy Jihyun. Also, I just wanted to draw him in that outfit.
He looks like a prince from a book, right?
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Jihyun Week 2020
Day 1. Fairytale.
I just wanted to draw a fairy Jihyun. Also, I just wanted to draw him in that outfit.
He looks like a prince from a book, right?
Jihyun favorite time of the day, waiting for MC to finish class with a wake up kiss 💕💕💙
Day 1: Snow / Winter Proposal
Masterpiece by the wonderful @abyss-of-alyss
Day 1: Travel
Day 2: Succulents
Jihyun week day two! Succulents!! Jihyun-- This one is adorable.. How can we not bring it home with us, too?
If you were Jihyun’s wife...
I had no time for a faniction, but I thought that instead I can do something like this (some of you may know what it is since I already did these a few times). So, here goes my piece for @jihyunweek!
he’d love you to no end
he’d generally tell you how much he loves you every single day and leave you these colorful stickers on the fridge with a cringy ‘I love you’ on it
‘Yes, you love MC, we know, you love MC so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love MC, we KNOW, you love MC you fucking love MC ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MC. WE GET IT.’
he’d stare at everyone with his hippie and red-from-weed eyes and say it like 10 times more
‘Jihyun you need to quit smoking.’
‘You know what i need? The world peace…’
you’d live together on some countryside where he can plant his weed (okay, okay I’m shutting up now) and even though he’s rich, you’d live in a small cottage-like house where you can just be yourselves
Jumin would wonder if your cook goes all this way every day since he doesn’t see a room prepped for him
you’d actually cook together, but against what Jihyun offered, you’d buy the supplies and not pick them in the forest Jihyun pls
since he’s vegetarian, you’d eat a lot of veggies, and unless you love meat more than he loves grass (……it was an accident I sWEAR-) you’d also become vegetarian at some point (or almost)
he’d try to cook new things but always end up making a lot of mess instead, he’s only good at what he already can do
not only because he can’t see a shit before he gets the damn treatment
he’d also try to make the wooden furniture himself and he’d be pretty good at it
he’d find himself carving in wood, which’d actually be pretty much awesome
every single piece of furniture in your house would look more like a piece of art
he’d never force you to have children, but if you wanted to, he’d be more than happy to have one or two running around the house
he wouldn’t mind adopting them, he just wants to make them happy
he’d want them to do whatever they want in their lives and never force them to do what they don’t feel
but he’d want to show them all the possibilities, both art and business, to help them choose the right path
you all would often visit Jumin and your kids would haunt Elizabeth around the mansion
Jumin wouldn’t mind that much, he loves your kids. But please don’t tug on her tail-
uncle Juju would take care of them when you’re absent and teach them about economy Juju pls they’re like 7
they’d be scared of the Choi uncles one is edgy and one is stupid
uncle Yoosung can’t with children so never mind
uncle Zen would be the only responsible one
one day they’d discover photos of their dad with a blonde woman and ask him about it
he’d say that she was very important to him, but now their mom is the most important in the world
after a few years, you two would visit Rika once a while and see her getting better
she’d be happy with you two being happy and never ever bother you two
she’d refuse if you invited her over one day, but you’d see that she just wants to let you two improve on your own, just as she wants to do
there would be no conflict between you anymore
you’d just live your daily life as peacefully as possible
he’d shot tons of photos and paint a lot because of how pretty your environment would be
he’d sell the carved furniture I mentioned to earn money, but you wouldn’t sell the photographies anymore
he’d donate all the photos for the RFA’s sake though
there still would be parties made with the help of the amazing party coordinator you are
Jumin would be the head of the group though as Jihyun would spend more time with you and forget about have no time for the parties
your kids would also become a part of RFA at some point and no matter where they were, they would never forget about you
you two would get older and older, and Jihyun would be that kind of man to get old with grace, having grey hair instead of blue apparently makes no difference
he’d never stop loving you, even when you get wrinkles he’d love your wrinkles that cringy boi
“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
you’d be the happiest family ever
Jihyun Week - Day 4
Photography || Music
“Selfies”
Summary: V experiments with photography. Slight V Route spoilers.
Click.
V doesn’t like taking pictures of himself. He’s the photographer, not the photographed. He’s more comfortable being the one behind the camera than the one in front of it. He minds it less, of course, if he’s in a group shot, where the focus is shared instead of it beng solely on him, but he much prefers staying out of the spotlight.
He takes a picture of himself now, though, with the front facing camera on his phone while he’s sitting in Luciel’s car. A selfie. He sees himself reflected on the screen; he hates the sight of it. He never takes selfies. He isn’t like the others in the RFA who take pictures of themselves and share them with everyone on the messenger. He looks at himself and doesn’t see anything beautiful or even marginally attractive. His hair is too strange a color, his frame too slight and lanky. He isn’t as good-looking as someone like Zen, a person who was born to be loved by a camera lens, or even Jumin, whose physical appeal is as elegant as it is effortless.
But he takes the picture nonetheless, even manages a small smile. He takes it for her. He wants her to remember him like this. He may not be beautiful or whole or even a good man, he’s not even a person worth remembering, but for some reason, whatever happens to him, he doesn’t want her to forget him.
He sends her the selfie before he can change his mind. A remnant of what he used to be, of what he could have been.
Click.
V doesn’t have his camera with him, not his professional one anyway. He’d wanted to travel lightly, with only a backpack of his essentials, and the camera that he’d once taken everywhere with him was left at home, packed away in a box.
He uses the camera on his phone to take pictures instead. He still has a photographer’s eye, but for the most part, he’s abandoned all desire to take photos solely for the aesthetic. He spends more time living in the moment, drinking in the monuments, landscapes, and cityscapes with his own two eyes rather than filtering them through a lens. His newly regained vision has given him a sharper sense of clarity, both literally and figuratively. He can’t believe that he was once willing to let himself go blind, and he’s glad that he didn’t, because then he would never have had the chance to see the world as he sees it now.
The pictures he does take are taken for his own pleasure, a memento of all the places he’s visited and the ones he’d like to visit again in the future.
He stands with a group of tourists in front of the Taj Mahal. Everyone beside him is snapping photos with their phones. If he were the same man he was a month ago, he would’ve opted for a more creative framing of the famous monument; he would’ve spent a few hours examining where the light hit, deciding on the perfect angle. Now, however, he doesn’t care for that. He takes a few photos as a keepsake, then slips his phone back into his pocket and admires the building’s beauty, visually tracing its domed roofs and symmetrical lines. He wonders whether he could replicate it with his own hand on paper.
He spots a teenage girl trying to take a selfie of herself with the Taj Mahal in the background, and he overhears her grumbles about how she can’t get the whole building in the frame. He offers to take her picture for her instead, but she politely declines, telling him that she wants a selfie to send to her friends back at home.
He doesn’t understand how a close (and badly) framed selfie could be more appealing than a wide shot, but he respects her wishes. He moves along.
Click.
V starts experimenting with selfies after that. He’s not sure why, exactly. Perhaps he’s been influenced by seeing so many tourists taking selfies around him, piquing his interest in trying it out for himself. He resolves to take at least one selfie every day as a marker of where he’d been and what he’d done that particular day, whether it was hiking across the Great Wall or watching an opera in Vienna.
At first, he hates doing it. He hates how he looks in every picture, and it takes him well over ten shots before he finds one that he’s relatively satisfied with. He doesn’t have anyone to send these pictures to, and it seems rather vain and selfish to have his camera roll full of only pictures of himself. But he’s persistent about it, and consistent. It becomes a ritual of some sort.
Eventually, he forgets to take other kinds of pictures on his travels, but he never forgets to take a selfie.
Click.
He finds he no longer hates looking at himself. Every day there is something new to admire. His hair isn’t strange, but unique. The same unique shade as his mother’s. His body isn’t skinny and lanky, but sturdy and lean from all the walking and hiking he’s done on his travels.
...Perhaps he is good-looking, after all.
He laughs at himself as he closes his photo app. Is this how it feels to be like Zen? He doesn’t think he’ll ever get to that level of self-love, but he’s comforted to know that the person he sees in those pictures, the person he sees in the mirror, isn’t a broken stranger, but a kind friend.
Click.
“Can you take a picture of me?” he says to a stranger.
He’s made it to the west coast of North America, and he’s traveling up the rocky shorelines of California. He wants a picture of himself standing on the cliff’s edge, standing with the ocean and the horizon rolling endlessly behind him. It’s an image he can’t convey with a close-shot selfie, and so he politely asks a middle aged woman for her assistance.
“Oh sure, honey,” she says, and she takes his phone. She backs away from a him a few steps, getting him in frame, then she counts out loud.
He smiles. When she reaches the number three, the phone’s mock shutter clicks.
He thanks her as she hands him his phone. As he expects, the woman comments on his uniquely colored hair. He’s used to it by now, and he finds it amusing that no one seems to believe him when he says it’s his natural color. It’s a wonderful conversation starter, he’s come to realize. He’s met so many people since he left home. Everyone has a story.
The woman hikes alongside him for a while. She’s a tourist herself, and she explains that she’s taking an impromptu trip from the eastern coast of Canada after going through a strenuous divorce. He sympathizes and says he left Korea almost two years ago for a similar reason, but he doesn’t go into detail.
“Wow, two years,” she says. “Do you plan on going back sometime?”
He nods. “Eventually. When I feel ready.”
“So where are you headed to next?”
“I hear Alaska is nice. I’d like to go there.”
Soon, they part ways. The woman expresses that it was nice meeting him and that she wishes him luck in the future. Then she asks for his name.
“Jihyun. Jihyun Kim.”
The woman repeats it back to him. “That’s a lovely name.”
“Thank you,” he says. “I think so too.”
Click.
Jihyun looks at the photo she took of him on the cliff. He has to admit, the woman has a good eye.
The landscape in the picture is breathtaking. Jihyun stands in the center, the bright sun glinting off his turquoise hair that almost blends into the blue sky behind him. His smile is wide, and his eyes glitter like the ocean.
He almost doesn’t recognize himself. He’s used to seeing his own selfies, pictures taken by his own hand and perspective, so seeing himself through the eyes of a stranger was a new experience.
Even so, he knows the man in the picture is him. It’s a reflection of himself, as he is. As he has become.
It’s the most beautiful photograph he’s ever seen.
Jihyun Week Day 3 - AU | Ships 💜💙
Beautiful art gifted by @jumin-love 🐐 😘💜💙
Late submission. ^^;; Oops. Being in a weird writing mood is not beneficial at all, but tried to accompany this brilliant art with a small semi-nsfw drabble (that basically ended up as a poem).
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