a starter for @yhiseul
hanbin wouldn’t call himself a petty person. he’s not the type to gold grudges, or put additional effort into worries that have long passed. it’s a pointless venture to him, and he’d rather look towards the future, his focus on bigger and better things. the only thing was, there was a point in his life where iseul was the bigger and better thing he had to look forward to. the end of their relationship wasn’t purposeful, and even he could admit his actions had been a little selfish. but, he also knew that her stopping him from making those decisions would have been even more selfish on her end.
maybe it was better for them that he’d taken the blame.
still, during a night walk through the city of seoul, he couldn’t help himself. the bare brick wall was screaming to him, calling his make and practically begging for him to set up shop here for the night. part of him tried to pretend he didn’t recognize the building he had chosen, and who it belongs to. the other part of him argued that that’s why he’d chosen it.
as much as he could avoid it, the club in question he’d chosen was one of the more popular among the crowd that the artist hangs out with, so even though he’d suggested many other places for him and his friends to go out for a drink, they’d ended up here. trying to appear relaxed, there was a nervousness and tension to hanbin’s posture that showed he was on edge, even with the drink in his hand slowly lowering his inhibitions the longer he stayed there. although he couldn’t help thinking that if iseul saw him there, she would have plenty of things to say about his artwork.