Colours Of You
Title: Colours Of You
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Seohyun (SNSD)
Rating: G
Word count: 1,000
Summary: Seohyun meets an artist who creates beauty in her life.
A/N: Written based on the Seoul Song MV, which has got to be the cutest MV of the year. Seohyun and Kyuhyun are so adorable in there, I just had to write this! They may just be my new het OTP. =/
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Seohyun meets the artist for the first time at the Cheonggye Stream, on her summer job as a mascot for an events management company.
It's hot and stifling in the costume, strands of long hair sticking to her face as rivulets of sweat run down her neck (and oh, god, this costume is going to stink by the end of the day), but she's glad for the huge headgear over her face, because it means she can allow her gaze to linger on the artist as long as she likes without fear of him noticing.
He's probably a couple of years older than her at the most, a lean lanky boy with a shock of black curls and dark soulful eyes that glaze over in concentration when he's drawing. His fingers are stained black with charcoal dust, patches of sooty grey smudged on his clothes, but he never notices, long slender fingers dancing over the easel and coaxing shape and form from blank white paper.
Seohyun finds herself fascinated by his hands, the way he creates beauty from a few sparse lines, the way his fingertips stroke over those lines to blend and blur and smudge, until patterns begin appearing and mould together into stunning landscapes and portraits. He doesn't seem to do this for money, Seohyun muses as she watches him. He sits and draws for a few hours each day, and then he packs up and leaves.
Seohyun always feels kind of empty when he's not there.
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Then there comes a day when Seohyun arrives at the stream, her eyes automatically roving to the spot where the artist usually sits, and discovers to her disappointment that he isn't there.
She spends the rest of the day subdued and withdrawn, and the children she's supposed to be playing with have to nudge her before she remembers to hand them their balloons, but even their laughter and the confusion of colours don't seem as bright as they used to be. She sits down by the side of the stream after a while, feeling uncharacteristically tired, and takes her headgear off, allowing the wind to gust across her skin, lift strands of hair from her neck and shoulders. She's still staring, downcast, at the huge face of the smiley girl she's supposed to be, when a shadow falls across her and she looks up to see the artist, holding a can out to her.
Seohyun's too stunned to speak, staring at the way his hair falls into his eyes and how his lips are full and perfect and smiling, and then she realises that they're moving, and that he's saying, "This is for you."
She feels a blush creep over her cheeks, but gathers herself enough to rise to her feet, bowing awkwardly and clutching at her stupid headgear with one hand while tugging self-consciously at the silly pink outfit she's in with the other. When she looks up though, he's still smiling, and he sits down next to her, motioning for her to sit as well.
"I thought you might need a cold drink," he's saying as Seohyun gingerly takes the can of soda from him. "I see you here everyday, in that costume. It must be hard work."
"You see me?" Seohyun asks, surprised out of her shyness.
The artist laughs, and his laughter, like his voice, is deep and rich and soothing. "Sure I do, can't miss you."
Seohyun blushes again and looks away, but then the artist says, "Hey, I'm Kyuhyun, by the way."
She turns back to look at him, at how the setting sun creates a halo of gold behind his dark curls, and says, "I'm Seohyun." Then before she loses her nerve, she rushes on, "I've seen you draw, and I love your artwork."
Kyuhyun smiles at her, and she literally feels herself melt to the tips of her very toes. "I'll draw you one day," he says softly, and Seohyun looks down, her cheeks burning.
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It's the very next day when she arrives at the stream, and Kyuhyun is already there at his usual spot, brow furrowed as he sweeps a stick of charcoal over the paper stretched across his easel. He looks up only enough to give Seohyun, still in her costume, a small wave of acknowledgment before going right back to his drawing.
Seohyun would have felt a pang of disappointment, except that Kyuhyun tilts his easel so that Seohyun can see what he's sketching, and her breath catches in her throat as she sees her own face in profile, lips slightly tilted in a smile, long hair sweeping over her shoulder. Kyuhyun looks up then, straight at her, and smiles brighter than the sun, his fingers stroking over the lines for her hair, her chin, her eyes, and Seohyun feels like she wants to cry from the beauty Kyuhyun creates.
Later, when Kyuhyun comes over to give her the finished portrait, their hands brush as she takes it from him, leaving a smudge of black on the back of her hand. She stares at it, knowing that just like that, Kyuhyun's made a mark on her, on her heart, and when Kyuhyun asks her to go out with him for dinner, she says yes without any hesitation, because she wishes - wants - to make a mark on him too.
But from the way Kyuhyun's looking at her, with his eyes sparkling and his smile soft, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's already left her mark on him, and it's in the shape of the piece of paper she holds in her hands.
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Seohyun (SNSD)
Rating: G
Word count: 1,000
Summary: Seohyun meets an artist who creates beauty in her life.
A/N: Written based on the Seoul Song MV, which has got to be the cutest MV of the year. Seohyun and Kyuhyun are so adorable in there, I just had to write this! They may just be my new het OTP. =/
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Seohyun meets the artist for the first time at the Cheonggye Stream, on her summer job as a mascot for an events management company.
It's hot and stifling in the costume, strands of long hair sticking to her face as rivulets of sweat run down her neck (and oh, god, this costume is going to stink by the end of the day), but she's glad for the huge headgear over her face, because it means she can allow her gaze to linger on the artist as long as she likes without fear of him noticing.
He's probably a couple of years older than her at the most, a lean lanky boy with a shock of black curls and dark soulful eyes that glaze over in concentration when he's drawing. His fingers are stained black with charcoal dust, patches of sooty grey smudged on his clothes, but he never notices, long slender fingers dancing over the easel and coaxing shape and form from blank white paper.
Seohyun finds herself fascinated by his hands, the way he creates beauty from a few sparse lines, the way his fingertips stroke over those lines to blend and blur and smudge, until patterns begin appearing and mould together into stunning landscapes and portraits. He doesn't seem to do this for money, Seohyun muses as she watches him. He sits and draws for a few hours each day, and then he packs up and leaves.
Seohyun always feels kind of empty when he's not there.
___
Then there comes a day when Seohyun arrives at the stream, her eyes automatically roving to the spot where the artist usually sits, and discovers to her disappointment that he isn't there.
She spends the rest of the day subdued and withdrawn, and the children she's supposed to be playing with have to nudge her before she remembers to hand them their balloons, but even their laughter and the confusion of colours don't seem as bright as they used to be. She sits down by the side of the stream after a while, feeling uncharacteristically tired, and takes her headgear off, allowing the wind to gust across her skin, lift strands of hair from her neck and shoulders. She's still staring, downcast, at the huge face of the smiley girl she's supposed to be, when a shadow falls across her and she looks up to see the artist, holding a can out to her.
Seohyun's too stunned to speak, staring at the way his hair falls into his eyes and how his lips are full and perfect and smiling, and then she realises that they're moving, and that he's saying, "This is for you."
She feels a blush creep over her cheeks, but gathers herself enough to rise to her feet, bowing awkwardly and clutching at her stupid headgear with one hand while tugging self-consciously at the silly pink outfit she's in with the other. When she looks up though, he's still smiling, and he sits down next to her, motioning for her to sit as well.
"I thought you might need a cold drink," he's saying as Seohyun gingerly takes the can of soda from him. "I see you here everyday, in that costume. It must be hard work."
"You see me?" Seohyun asks, surprised out of her shyness.
The artist laughs, and his laughter, like his voice, is deep and rich and soothing. "Sure I do, can't miss you."
Seohyun blushes again and looks away, but then the artist says, "Hey, I'm Kyuhyun, by the way."
She turns back to look at him, at how the setting sun creates a halo of gold behind his dark curls, and says, "I'm Seohyun." Then before she loses her nerve, she rushes on, "I've seen you draw, and I love your artwork."
Kyuhyun smiles at her, and she literally feels herself melt to the tips of her very toes. "I'll draw you one day," he says softly, and Seohyun looks down, her cheeks burning.
___
It's the very next day when she arrives at the stream, and Kyuhyun is already there at his usual spot, brow furrowed as he sweeps a stick of charcoal over the paper stretched across his easel. He looks up only enough to give Seohyun, still in her costume, a small wave of acknowledgment before going right back to his drawing.
Seohyun would have felt a pang of disappointment, except that Kyuhyun tilts his easel so that Seohyun can see what he's sketching, and her breath catches in her throat as she sees her own face in profile, lips slightly tilted in a smile, long hair sweeping over her shoulder. Kyuhyun looks up then, straight at her, and smiles brighter than the sun, his fingers stroking over the lines for her hair, her chin, her eyes, and Seohyun feels like she wants to cry from the beauty Kyuhyun creates.
Later, when Kyuhyun comes over to give her the finished portrait, their hands brush as she takes it from him, leaving a smudge of black on the back of her hand. She stares at it, knowing that just like that, Kyuhyun's made a mark on her, on her heart, and when Kyuhyun asks her to go out with him for dinner, she says yes without any hesitation, because she wishes - wants - to make a mark on him too.
But from the way Kyuhyun's looking at her, with his eyes sparkling and his smile soft, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's already left her mark on him, and it's in the shape of the piece of paper she holds in her hands.