The busy streets filled with bustling people and the city life was different than what misul was used to back in England . The grass was green and authentic , trees would usually surround his path in any direction away from the small cottage he grew up in on the country side .
It was a dream of his to go to a city and get out of the uk . Brooklyn was big and busy , places were cramped no matter where he were and he had developed a ease around it all throughout his uni years .
Most people in his classes called it a college . But it was different for him , college was at a different age group in the uk and college was for young adults up until they turn of age . He continued to call it uni even if everyone else called it a college with college classes , getting odd stares and looks when his accent wasn't what most would expect of him .
It was odd , apparently. With a strong English accent , but he was born in England , alike many other people with his cultural features , it wasn't odd to have looks like his back home , but it was in America .
He adapted , begun to find amusement in the faces people would pull when the thick country English accent would flow past his lips .
Like he said , Brooklyn was different to Kent .
He had more opportunities here , currently in his last year of uni and moving into an apartment near by with his boyfriend .
It was sweet .
He barely got to see the older man , always traveling with a camera around his neck and out of the country .
He was writing a book currently , zion was .
It was funny how the pair had met , zion was on a trip into Brooklyn to take pictures and bring them back for a art article . He had taken a picture of misul one day at the coffee shop near the Korean boys university . Zion didn't seem to stop , entranced by the man as he continued to take pictures while misul had wrote an essay about van gough and sipped on his coffee beside him .
Misul knew the dark skinned man was taking pictures of him , the first few were fine as long as he would leave soon and didn't interrupt his work . But zion was there , and he didn't leave quick enough .
Misul had looked up , brows furrowing
" am I really just that pretty or are you too shy to ask for my number?"
It had got zion to laugh , face warming as an apology slipped smoothly past his lips
But he sat down without asking misul and took a closer shot of the other male before asking for his number and telling him how he couldn't seem to capture the man's beauty in the camera
It was one of those sweet little first meetings one would see in the movies and would cringe but it still amused the pair every time they thought back on the memory
That was almost 8 months ago , the summer had passed over and the pair had impulsively chosen to live together
It was an impulsive thought that had came by and out if zions mouth that had made misul still
But it was thought over after a small amount of time
Zion wanted to settle down from his traveling and stay somewhere for a moment , he didn't care where
Just preferably anywhere where misul would be would be fine for him
" I want to stay here ", misul whispered sat cross legged on his single bed with his art book splayed out in front of him , a stray pencil had wondered off onto the floor somewhere , a small empty tin of lip balm was filled with water on a half stained page , two paintbrushes half dipped into it and a plate was being used as his water colour pallet
