dank

“Bedazzling?” Yuna asked, raising a brow. “Isn’t that when you decorate something that already exists? But I guess they might call it that too…I don’t know,” she frowned, wondering if that even fit the context of what it was. She supposed it did, but it wasn’t like she was spicing up her jean jacket or her sneakers. It was just a piece of…was it even paper? She didn’t know. But just something that expected jewels to make it come alive. She supposed in the end, it didn’t really matter what it was. 

He was so young, so energetic. That much was clear in the way he presented himself and the lingo that he used that Yuna had no idea what it meant. She was always more than willing to indulge in his creative impulses, finding art itself to be a form of therapy and self growth, even if not everyone agreed. In Yuna’s opinion, there was always a form of art that fueled a person and inspired them. For some, it may be in more than one way and for others, it could simply be just one. 

“Okay, that’s good,” she nodded, and gesturing to her work table. “I cleaned it up last night, so you can put them there and we can generally work over there,” she said.

Grabbing the last bit of things that she thought would be useful, she headed to the table, nodding at his question. “I got it all,” she said and made a mental note to pick up the things that she was running low on. “You can bedazzle your jackets and make them one of a kind. What kind of ideas did you have in mind for spicing them up?”

“as you know,”

there’s a pause, completely intended for dramatic effect, before daehan’s resting the stack of jackets on the mentioned table.

“i’m a fraud.”

legend has it if you say it shamelessly enough and with a straight face, god with grant you all that you lack. in the moment, daehan prays for perfect skin and an extra 100k on instagram. next he’ll pray that something useful comes from their creative session. useful in the sense that he can post the result on his instagram and tag it as up and coming. nonsense. up and coming nonsense should be his tagline. but, it’s because he’s so shameless about it and yuna’s so okay with it that things flow so freely between them.

“i’m only good enough at adding art to art. like reconstructing? call it dae-constructing.” it’s with the badly placed pun and a smile fit for all the homegrown NEETS of the world that he takes a seat in his usual spot on the floor. fabric is spread out to prevent the paint from causing a mess and the array of colors and possibilities had daehan alight with inspiration.

or at least that’s the plan.

he’s reaching to sift through the array of jackets on the table and decides on the yellow washed out denim one. “a little red cayenne color for some flavor is the concept.” probably the greatest, most fulfilling part about creating is starting from nothing. that’s where his initial excitement comes from, admiration in people like yuna who so willingly pull from a concept and make it a reality. he does the same with music but this form of art is so different, alive in its own way. “but i’m sure yours will be spicier right? do you have a theme at all?”

@hgdaehan​

“Have you heard of those…jewel art sets? And the paint by numbers?” Yuna asked, looking through her supplies to gather what they would need for the next few hours. It was nice to do art just for the fun of it, especially with someone who was interested in it as well.  

They had met at one of her art shows and seemed to get along right away. His reaction to finding out she was the artist was priceless, a moment that she knew she wouldn’t soon forget and always put a smile on her face. He seemed to have a good spirit and positive vibes, and it never hurt to have more people like that in one’s life. 

“I don’t know about the jewel one, but the painting one seems really popular, and it seems like a good idea for people who can’t think of anything to do themselves,” she said. “Have you ever tried it?” 

She looked at the young boy, always so eager and hyper to get right into it. But of course, he was always like this, beyond just art. A trait that was rare in many people but one that Yuna enjoyed, it complimented her more quiet nature nicely and often times got her riled up too. 

“I’m thinking about giving it a go, just something to do for fun without having to think much.”

“bedazzling? you’re talking about bedazzling right?” she’s most definitely not talking about bedazzling. bedazzling had died with light-up sneakers and heelies and daehan’s wishes of being the cool kid in the playground. yuna was all class and daehan’s creative input often times when it was related to trends, was ass.

as far as art trends went.

here’s the thing. 

unfortunately for yuna daehan was a noob with the arts. an ‘i did art in high school’ certified amateur. the closest thing to a framed masterpiece was an obligatory self-portrait that his grandmother now hangs on the wall. it’s obviously there for when his music career takes off and his adoring fans want memorabilia. fortunately, what he did know about color schemes and complements, abstract designs and details could often pass for knowledge. what he doesn’t know he’s still inspired by.

that’s how he found himself at the same art show as her. he craves the knowledge something similar to craving sugary cereal in the morning. that’s how he found himself gushing over concepts he didn’t quite understand but it didn’t matter, because he felt it. art was about feeling!!!!!!!!!!!! and daehan’s glad that whenever he feels like tackling designs for his upcoming ground-breaking fashion line, he has yuna to indulge him.

she’s fresh ( and so clean clean ). open. and accepts the bullshit he pulls from two hours of sleep and three iced americanos. which is also why they’re here now, creative impulses calling him and stacks of jackets and fabric in his arms. 

“litty let’s go for it. brought fabric paint for my jackets.”

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he accepts the food regardless, chopsticks in his left hand as he watches the other inhale the noodles with poorly concealed awe. haoran doesn’t really like talking with his mouth full: unfortunately, daehan does not seem to share the same proclivity. 

“you’re hideous.” he deadpans, as though that would have an impact on the multitude of noises and expressions daehan’s showcasing to the rest of the floor. “i bet you’ve been watching him for the past ten minutes.”

case: daehan is wearing no makeup.

it’s important to note that daehan doesn’t have bad skin no he just treats his skin badly. there’s a difference. a difference in someone who prioritizes moisturizer and someone who just uses the soap he uses to wash his hands. scandalous yes. daehan is sensitive and because he is sensitive that’s the one thing his skin’s decided to follow after, that and his sense of humor because the days he doesn’t wear makeup are the days he’s blotchy, red, and over it.

bullet point: he’s also related to trolls.

this point hasn’t been proven as of late but he sure as hell rolls out of bed looking like one. not the cute ones either, not the ones who got to spend their lives with a princess, but the ugly fee, fi, fo ones ( or were those giants ). regardless of what fairytale had which daehan doesn’t look like any of them. not the prince, not the mice, and he’s pretty sure he regrets rolling out and running to the library so he wouldn’t miss their rendezvous because his hair looks like a custom case for depression.

point: daehan probably looks hideous. point: haoran probably doesn’t mean that kind of hideous.

daehan still takes it with mock offense. because he’s a sensitive right, that’s why he’s so loved around these parts. it’s also what gets him monthly allowance from his grandmother. because he can be offended and still smile shamelessly with noodles hanging halfway out his mouth and his glasses ready to fall into his soup.

he’s a classy motherfucker so he slurps it all up before thinking of speaking.

“time is money and ten minutes is a lifetime. bold of you to assume i’d spend it watching him.” though, he’s contradicting himself. by that logic why would he even bring up the pattern he’d observed if he hasn’t been here several times before, if he hasn’t been spending time watching the male pull up unsavory content and crouch over his laptop. he wonders, briefly, why the student doesn’t just do that at home. 

“do rich people households block porn sites? are you all just repressed?” he doesn’t know too much of haoran that’s true. he knows for a fact that it’s going to take a few more convincing before the male will teach him how to properly pronounce his name. haoran doesn’t move the noodles though, and that’s daehan’s cue that he’s allowed to talk despite how much time passes between them. it happens in snippets. a comment from him, a comment from daehan. related sometimes, unrelated in others.

it’s a way to get along without getting too far along.

Song : Dank

Artist : Jay Park