With the seasons changing, it was getting colder outside.
It had been a few months, drawing nearer to the end of the semester and Hyunjin spent more time at Chan and the others house than his own apartment because his heating system was still broken and they refused to let him study alone.
Hyunjin was especially stressed with finals coming up, a self portrait of how he perceived himself, and that concept took a lot of brain power for him to conjure up any ideas. Currently, all he could think about was maybe sketching a pile of shit and calling it a day.
Oftentimes Minho dragged him and the others away from their studying binges- as well as Chan, from his production studio- to sit them on the couches and force them to eat and socialize with each other.
With the amount of time that Hyunjin spent at their place, he never got around to making any more friends on campus like he had planned. After the warehouse fiasco, he grew distant from Ajax and his little party of friends who all looked eerily similar.
But that was okay with Hyunjin, because the group he had nestled himself into was enough for him. It was almost as if he had known them his entire life rather than half the year he spent living in the small depressing town.
Like a puzzle piece in their larger puzzle. Like the ones Minho spent a lot of time on, delicately slotting the pieces together to glue and hang on the walls with the rest of them.
Their home was the most comfortable one that he had ever been in. It was always warm inside to block out the chill of the snow and sleet outside, and the familiar smell alone was enough to relax him. Hyunjin had always had sensitive senses, smell and hearing, but he'd never experienced anything like this- like all six of his senses had been blessed.
That, and with the added fact that Hyunjin almost never walked alone on his walks outside, accompanied with the strangely warm body heat of the others (because it was utterly unfair that they only wore thin sweaters while Hyunjin bundled up to the extreme.) he was never truly cold.
And even his insides were warm because they heated up every time he spotted one of his paintings they had hung up proudly among Minho's Puzzles.
Definitely better than his dingy apartment that he could barely afford with his coffee shop salary. At least he knew how to make a mean Americano for himself now.
It was a particularly cold night and Hyunjin was sitting out on his patio to look at the tree line below. His breath crystallized in a halo around his head as he stared down at his half finished painting.
The scenery below was pretty, more beautiful than anything else he had ever seen when he lived back in the city because the thin sheen of snow below that covered the grass sparkled under the pale moonlight.
Howls pierced through the night and shocked Hyunjin from his focused mindset. Now that he wasn't numb from painting, he could feel just how cold his fingers were.
And then there were the wolves.
It had been routine for them to howl at him from the tree line a few nights a week, late at night when he was sitting out and painting like he was now.
Hyunjin set down his paintbrush to peer into the night, leaning only slightly on the railing because it always creaked dangerously under his weight. As promised, the wolves looked up at him from the trees, happy to have his attention as they yipped and yowled.
Hyunjin smiled, not able to hide his amusement at their excitement. He tilted his head, sending a small wave just for them to whimper, high pitched. The bigger one's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he chased his tail in circles happily.
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Hyunjin's seven pet wolves (SKZ werewolf AU)- OT8
FanfictionThe creature was beautiful, its muscles rippled underneath thick silver fur that seemed to gleam under the the pastels of the evening seeping to night. Hyunjin was sure the wolf would look even more beautiful if it wasn't whimpering and bloodied on...