stereotypes ; hyungwonho

III

" so, pretty boy, how are the classes going? emma still being an absolute wanker? " wonho greeted the taller boy, throwing his bag on the floor and eventually scurrying his way to the cramped and unsurprisingly wet seat, making himself as comfy as he could.

hyungwon giggled in reply to the loser, " yes, sadly, the cretin decided she should copy my painting again, " he rolled his eyes in disbelief as if it had just happened there and then, " i don't understand how the teacher doesn't see it? " he threw his arms in the air in disbelief, and slight defeat.

" yo, my mans, please don't give up on this. you've got real talents, and emma sounds like a cockroach, you're perfect; don't worry. " wonho slowly draped his arm around hyungwon neck, forcibly yet softly forcing him into a hug.

" thank you, wonho, i really appreciate it; it means a lot. "

god, if only he knew. if only hyungwon knew how gorgeous he looked right now. in this moment.

the sun finally showing its face yet again, slowly painting various hues of yellow and orange across the sky like a canvas; his eyes sparkling captivatingly, showing every speckle of the numerous shades of brown, and his iris acting like a blackhole, engulfing wonho's attention in it effortlessly.  

though he didn't realise it, wonho studied every detail of his face, like a painter appreciating his most recent work of art.

( haven't written in a while! apologies for that comrades, but i just remembered how warm this ff is for me, so i wanted to return 👉🏻👈🏻 short chapters, slow updates but i'll keep adding 🤝 )