𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑈𝑆 • 𝐻𝑌𝑈𝑁𝐿𝐼𝑋

𝐶𝑂𝑈 4 𓇢𓆸

❀ Song recommendation:
"Imperfect for you" by Ariana Grande

The soft glow of the night spilled through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. In the corner, an easel stood, holding a canvas that was gradually coming to life with strokes of vibrant color. The air was thick with the scent of oil paint, mingling with the late night light.

A figure moved quietly, guided by an instinct as old as time. Their hands danced across the canvas, effortlessly blending hues of azure and emerald. With each stroke, a breathtaking landscape emerged—rolling hills kissed by the morning sun, a serene lake reflecting the sky's palette, and in the foreground, two figures began to take shape.

As the brush glided over the surface, the two boys appeared, their features soft yet vivid, resembling those of close friends long cherished. There was an undeniable warmth in their expressions, an unspoken connection captured within the painted strokes. They stood side by side, laughter evident in their postures, as if caught in a moment of shared joy.

The artist's heart swelled with a sense of longing and affection, emotions pouring out with every deliberate stroke. The figures were not just representations but symbols of love, of friendships that blossomed in the embrace of nature. The moonlight caught in the strands of their hair, illuminating them in a way that felt almost ethereal, as if they were glowing from within.

The colors swirled together like a whisper of dreams; each hue held a secret, each line a testament to the bond between the two boys. In this waking dream, everything felt possible—life was beautiful, and love was an undeniable force.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

"Felix, come on! We're gonna be late because of your slow ass!" Hyunjin's voice echoed impatiently from the apartment door, his tone hovering somewhere between playful frustration and actual concern. He glanced at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as Chan leaned casually against the wall, absorbed in his phone.

"Ugh! COULD YOU GIVE ME JUST A DAMN MINUTE?! Picking a good outfit is a difficult task!" Felix called back from his room, his voice muffled by the rustling of clothes.

Hyunjin huffed and was about to charge into Felix's room when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Felix mid-step. For a moment, Hyunjin forgot how to speak.

Felix stood there, the morning light filtering through the window behind him, highlighting every angle of his figure like he'd stepped out of a dream. His tousled blonde hair caught the light, shimmering like strands of gold, and his fitted white sweater hugged his frame just right, accentuating his slender build. The soft, pale blue jeans he wore completed the effortless look, complementing the warm flush on his cheeks that came from rushing around.

"Angel..." Chan breathed, his phone lowering as his gaze fixed on Felix, stunned.

Hyunjin blinked, mouth slightly open. He tried to form words, but all that came out was a quiet, "Damn, Felix..." His heart stuttered, not because Felix looked good—he always did—but because there was something different about him today. Maybe it was the way he looked so casual, yet so perfect. Hyunjin's chest tightened, his thoughts tangling as he tried to process why he couldn't look away.

Felix, catching their slack-jawed stares, grinned playfully. "Wow, what's with the dramatic silence?" he teased, spinning on his heel with a small flourish. "Do I look okay?"

Chan, still half-dazed, managed to nod, his mouth curving into a smirk. "You look... amazing, honestly. Like you just walked out of a fashion magazine or something." He shook his head in disbelief, eyes glinting with admiration.