In This City
In This City
Tablo (Daniel)/girl!Eunhyuk, G, 482 words
A/N: Random thing for Jen, who thinks girl!Hyuk is the bomb-diggity bizz-omb. She asked for painter girl!Hyuk in a park "or whatever pleases you" lmao And don't we all need a lovely girl in our lives.
She sat in the park twice a week, Mondays and Saturdays.
Mondays, because everyone she knew complained about Mondays and she wanted a reason not to. Saturdays, because they were Saturdays. There didn’t need to be a reason to sit in the park on a Saturday.
She sat in the park twice a week, to create worlds.
Her sketchbook settled comfortably in her lap as she sat in the grass, a nicely thick blanket guarding her clothes of grass and wet stains.
She had different ways of starting a new piece. There was the landscape. Drawing what was there and adding new and fantastical bits in. Dragons and knights, spaceships and lasers and dogs, fitting beds and giant air conditioners. But the landscape was a constant. To create something newer, broader, more full of life-it required a method with wider variety.
People-watching. Stare intently at a person strolling or rushing past, scrutinize their little details.
An old watch with the brand name and digital numbers fading with the dying battery. Trainers to match. A middle-aged man with a receding youth and lush hair burgeoning from crevices unknown. Rushing the long path to fitness.
A new sundress, neat and newly ironed, face fresh and flushed. A cooler and basket atop a dolly trailing behind feet clad in still-bright gladiator flats. A young woman following another, dressed in neon leggings and layered tops of blinding mismatched prints; a man not much older behind the two, wearing stylish khaki slacks and fitted button up with sleeves a quarter rolled up. His scalp was tanned, shown under his buzz cut, the early stages of being grown out. He smiled at the women fondly, like he was too old and too young for languishing in the sun with them, but he would indulge them. Siblings who’ve been separated too long.
Shaggy hair, worn and loved gray shirt printed with a cutely horrific bloody-fanged bear. A man lay on the lawn in the open sun, his notebook with attached pen clutched to his stomach. Dark skinny jeans ripped at the knees and frayed on the thighs.
Well, she didn’t have to create any story for him. She knew his story, for the most part. Drawn him across the unblemished pages of her book, over and over.
She got up, leaving her things on her blanket, and ambled to him.
He opened his eyes as her head blocked his sun.
“Saturday,” he said, smirking.
“Saturday,” she parroted back, smiling herself. “How long have you been here?”
“Just a few minutes. Didn’t want to interrupt. You looked in the zone.”
“No zone. Zoning out, maybe,” she hummed. “Come sit, please?” She nodded towards her blanket.
“No orabeonim?”
She blushed. “Daniel-orabeonim.”
Daniel laughed, getting up on his feet, and swept fingers through her hair. “What did mine create today?”
She took his hand, their fingers tangling. “I’ll show you.”
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Note on orabeonim (오라버님): severely formal honorific for a female to call her older brother. Usually heard only in historical (sageuk) dramas, but the rare girl does use it in modern day and it has been described as "sweeter than oppa" without being overly cute. Hyuk uses it here because I was like "What is the oppa equivalent of 'hyungnim'?" and it feels lovely, like her. 8D
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Because yeah, I am a sap, and girl!hyuk is lovely.Jen 5:18 pm
how you were had how their fingers tangling was inevitable <3
me 5:18 pm
hahahha
because i am a sap and they are saps and romance is apparently not dead
not with them
not ever
..
until angst
do we part
and make up
and have hot make up sex
Also, later that week, Daniel sings a song for her. (PM if you want mp3.)
Tablo (Daniel)/girl!Eunhyuk, G, 482 words
A/N: Random thing for Jen, who thinks girl!Hyuk is the bomb-diggity bizz-omb. She asked for painter girl!Hyuk in a park "or whatever pleases you" lmao And don't we all need a lovely girl in our lives.
She sat in the park twice a week, Mondays and Saturdays.
Mondays, because everyone she knew complained about Mondays and she wanted a reason not to. Saturdays, because they were Saturdays. There didn’t need to be a reason to sit in the park on a Saturday.
She sat in the park twice a week, to create worlds.
Her sketchbook settled comfortably in her lap as she sat in the grass, a nicely thick blanket guarding her clothes of grass and wet stains.
She had different ways of starting a new piece. There was the landscape. Drawing what was there and adding new and fantastical bits in. Dragons and knights, spaceships and lasers and dogs, fitting beds and giant air conditioners. But the landscape was a constant. To create something newer, broader, more full of life-it required a method with wider variety.
People-watching. Stare intently at a person strolling or rushing past, scrutinize their little details.
An old watch with the brand name and digital numbers fading with the dying battery. Trainers to match. A middle-aged man with a receding youth and lush hair burgeoning from crevices unknown. Rushing the long path to fitness.
A new sundress, neat and newly ironed, face fresh and flushed. A cooler and basket atop a dolly trailing behind feet clad in still-bright gladiator flats. A young woman following another, dressed in neon leggings and layered tops of blinding mismatched prints; a man not much older behind the two, wearing stylish khaki slacks and fitted button up with sleeves a quarter rolled up. His scalp was tanned, shown under his buzz cut, the early stages of being grown out. He smiled at the women fondly, like he was too old and too young for languishing in the sun with them, but he would indulge them. Siblings who’ve been separated too long.
Shaggy hair, worn and loved gray shirt printed with a cutely horrific bloody-fanged bear. A man lay on the lawn in the open sun, his notebook with attached pen clutched to his stomach. Dark skinny jeans ripped at the knees and frayed on the thighs.
Well, she didn’t have to create any story for him. She knew his story, for the most part. Drawn him across the unblemished pages of her book, over and over.
She got up, leaving her things on her blanket, and ambled to him.
He opened his eyes as her head blocked his sun.
“Saturday,” he said, smirking.
“Saturday,” she parroted back, smiling herself. “How long have you been here?”
“Just a few minutes. Didn’t want to interrupt. You looked in the zone.”
“No zone. Zoning out, maybe,” she hummed. “Come sit, please?” She nodded towards her blanket.
“No orabeonim?”
She blushed. “Daniel-orabeonim.”
Daniel laughed, getting up on his feet, and swept fingers through her hair. “What did mine create today?”
She took his hand, their fingers tangling. “I’ll show you.”
-
Note on orabeonim (오라버님): severely formal honorific for a female to call her older brother. Usually heard only in historical (sageuk) dramas, but the rare girl does use it in modern day and it has been described as "sweeter than oppa" without being overly cute. Hyuk uses it here because I was like "What is the oppa equivalent of 'hyungnim'?" and it feels lovely, like her. 8D
-
Because yeah, I am a sap, and girl!hyuk is lovely.Jen 5:18 pm
how you were had how their fingers tangling was inevitable <3
me 5:18 pm
hahahha
because i am a sap and they are saps and romance is apparently not dead
not with them
not ever
..
until angst
do we part
and make up
and have hot make up sex
Also, later that week, Daniel sings a song for her. (PM if you want mp3.)