MONBEBE MOODBOARDS

"Good morning!" Jooheon, your fellow nurse greeted you politely. It was six in the morning and your shift had just started. "Good morning, Jooheon." You sipped the energy drink you had and placed your stuff in your locker. "Ready for this 24-hour shift?" He asked, rubbing his hands through his hair. "Not at all. But, I gotta do what I gotta do." You smiled at him, patting his back. Walking towards the door you looked back. "Good luck, alright? Take a break when you can~" You walked out the door and left him there, trying to calm his heart down as it had just started beating rapidly. He was sure it was just a friendly gesture but it still didn't stop his cheeks from heating up and it didn't stop his smile from spreading. You worked through the morning and later that evening, there was a very serious car accident. Leaving several injured. The E.R was packed, full of folks. You were sure you'd be there more than 24-hours but you didn't mind. You loved to help others. Jooheon was running from bed to bed, checking on those injured. "Hi, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's wrong?" He asked a little girl who's eyes were filled with tears. "M-my side, mister. Please help, it really hurts when I breathe." He nodded. "Okay, I'm gonna take a look, alright?" She nodded slowly and he turned her over, looking at her side and frowned at the bruise. But then he came to the conclusion that her ribs were broken. "Mister? Have you seen my parents?" He froze, then continued examining the area. "No, sweetheart. Can you tell me their names?" All the while you were listening, standing at the patient's bed next to the little girl. You listened to the names and made sure to remember them. The 24-hours had passed and Jooheon was still with the little girl, making sure she was okay and telling her that her grandmother would be there soon. You two were ordered to take a break. You dragged yourselves back to the locker room and sat on the ground. "Her parents are dead." He said bluntly. "How am I supposed to tell a little girl that her mommy and daddy aren't alive?" The pressure had gotten to him and he was teary eyed. "You made sure she was okay, right now that's all that matters," You tried comforting him, using your hand to rub his back. "Come here," You patted your leg, motioning for him to lay down. "We should both get some rest before we go back out there." He didn't say anything but obliged and laid down. You ran your fingers through his hair as you both dozed off.

"Minhyuk, I'm here!" You called out to your best friend, stepping out of your shoes. "In the living room!" You walked through his apartment, ducking the canvases and easels. "I'm glad you're here~," He said cheerfully, motioning for you to come closer. "I need your help with something." You shifted your weight onto your right leg and rose an eyebrow. "Minhyuk, I'm not cleaning your kitchen again nor am I washin' those stains out of your she-" He shook his head, interrupting your sentence. "No, no! Not that. I need help with a project that I'm entering in a contest." He wiped the paint off of his hands. "I'm listening, go on." You urged him to continue. "I need a model." You gave him a confused look. "I have a friend that might be able to do it, he's good looking, I'm sure he'd be willing." He rolled his eyes and pointed at you. "No, I need you to be my model." You froze, looking at his face to see if he were joking, but nope. He was dead serious. "Minhyuk, do I look like a model to you?" You asked him, watching him set up. "Yes, yes you do." You felt your face heating up. "I'm not a model, Minhyuk. You can get another one of your friends to do it, or like I said, I have a friend that would be willing." You refused, taking the messy apron he had on and grabbing another. "When's the last time you did your laundry?" You asked him, and he shrugged, looking at you carefully. "I'll do it." He sighed and nodded. His apartment was fairly open, so while you did the laundry he could still see you from where he stood. Then the light bulb went off in his head. He grinned mischievously and got to work. By the time you finished laundry and washing the dishes, he was halfway done. "Hey, come here. I need to show you something gorgeous." You walked over to him slowly. "What is it?" He turned the easel around, much to your surprise it was you, holding a laundry basket. "I decided I didn't need you to be sitting still to get a perfect picture. This worked just fine." He was smiling brightly and you were speechless. "What's this contest about?" You asked, still observing the picture. "You're supposed to draw someone very important to you. That's why I couldn't have some random person I didn't know. I had to have you as my model."