We don't wanna think about it, we wanna just fake it
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Slivers of sunlight beamed through the drawn blinds, casting slim golden stripes upon the white walls. The room, now a gorgeous shade of light honey, keeps the blonde-haired male in a serene hold as he sits on a stool with knitted brows and set lips.
With eyes that now glistened as though they held swirls of mahogany and sugary cinnamon from the glow of passionate light shining on his face, Hoseok sighs as he dips his brush into a cup of water subconsciously.
The pigment from the brush spreads through the slightly tinged liquid like a burst of smoke, staying intense in its color before dispersing and settling to the base of the cup.
Finally somewhat satisfied with the result of his watercolor piece, he climbs off his stool and groans as he straightens his back, stiff because of his slightly slouched posture the past half hour.
After waking up and taking a shower, he'd spontaneously decided to paint. Hoseok almost could have believed that everything was orderly as he let himself get lost into his artistic mindset.
However, now that he was finished, he was fully aware of the room once more. Hoseok exhales as he leaves the room to let the paper dry, deciding to prepare himself some breakfast.
As usual, he was not really hungry but he deemed it would be a good idea to eat to avoid any fainting incidents again.
After he places two slices of bread into the toaster, he hops onto the counter and leans against the cupboards with an exhalation of unexpected ease. So far, he was having a pretty peaceful morning.
He decides not to think about it too much in fear of jinxing anything. Instead, Hoseok directs his attention to the balcony, relishing the sunny golden light shining through. Dust particles drift about while sparkling like white specks of glitter, only to vanish once it reaches the shadows.
Hearing his toast pop up, he hops off the counter, grabs a butter knife and plate, and begins to cover each slice with a chocolate spread. He eats quite civilly, in an oddly placid mood while sipping some orange juice occasionally, until all that's left are the remaining crumbs.
Just when he's about to stand, knocking sounds from his door and not even a few seconds later, his phone hums with an incoming notification. Hoseok realizes it must be the client that wanted to come over. The other day, he'd saved contact was saved as 'Jackson Wang'.
The blonde-haired male quickly stands and hesitates on whether he should run to try and fix his appearance or not. However, the decision is made for him when he hears another set of knocks.
