four season;s || bts x mamamoo

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 wheetae hybrid!au

Wheein's tail twitches behind her curiously as she peeks out of the bushes at the man setting up his easel and canvas by the lake. She's seen him around a lot recently at the park lately, the man never failing to set up his little art station and painting the scenery before him for several hours on end, before packing up to leave and return another day to repeat the same routine. Wheein wonders where he goes when he leaves the park, wonders if he paints for a living or if these little excursions are simply a hobby of his.

There are other regulars at the park that she recognizes as well, like the morning jogging crew or the old couple that always strolls through the park on their evening stroll. Even one of her friends, another hybrid that had introduced herself as Hyejinnie and immediately self-proclaimed herself as Wheein's best friend, is a regular at this park as well. Hyejin had sniffed her out on her very first visit to the park with her owner, darting into the forest brush against her owner's panicked warnings and tumbling with Wheein into the soft grassy ground.

"Hi!" she had chirped, "You smell nice! We should be best friends!"

And so best friends they became.

In all honesty, Wheein had only initially agreed out of pure survival instinct. When a lion hybrid has you pinned down and is staring at you with those focused, sharp amber eyes, it's quite difficult to do anything but comply to stay alive. Still, Wheein is thankful for everything Hyejin has done for her, from introducing her to Hyejin's very kind and welcoming owner Namjoon to seeking Wheein out on colder fall days to bundle her up in layers of warm clothing and invite her to spend the evening at her house for a sleepover. Wheein always declines, much to Hyejin's displeasure, not to upset her friend, but rather due to her fear of discovering just how much she truly wishes for a home of her own.

Her nose twitches as the painter uncaps a bottle of white paint, the sharp acrylic scent immediately making its way to Wheein's sensitive nose. She never fails to seek him out when he comes to the park, always captivated by the colors and the beauty of the park's nature that he never seems to fail to recreate whenever he is here. She wonders if he is a professional. He must be, if his work is always this wonderful.

She watches him, eyes wide, as he mixes around several colors of paint on his palette and begins to paint. Today's masterpiece is a capture of the park's glistening freshwater lake. There are pine trees in the background, their dark forest green a lovely contrast to the glistening cerulean waters. Wheein has never thought the lake to be all that amazing in any aspect, but she's sure that her opinion will soon find itself changing once she sees the man's finished product.

He hums to himself as he paints, softly and under his breath, but Wheein is still able to hear it all. The tune is rather sad and filled with some sort of longing, and Wheein can't help but feel her gut clench in emotion as he continues to quietly hum the rest of the song. She wonders if he is okay.

To her surprise, the painter is feeling rather active today, and chooses to switch positions and shift his stool ever so slightly to the left to focus on a certain section of his painting, essentially blocking Wheein's entire view of the piece. Desperate to continue watching, she subconsciously leans forward, head popping out of the bushes to find a better angle to watch, stilling in horror as her actions have rustled the nearby flora and gained the very attention of said painter.

They lock eyes, hers blown wide in panic while his are filled with an innocent curiosity of sorts. The corners of his lips tilt up in a soft smile, and he waves at her.

Wheein is frozen in fear and embarrassment at being caught watching him. His brows furrow, as though concerned for her lack of reaction, and just as he makes the move to stand up from his seat and approach, Wheein stumbles back, disappearing from the painter's sight into the forestry and spinning on her heel to take off.