navigation: part one | part two | part three | part four (coming soon) taglist: @findingjieun @hyynee @hyunverse @realrintaro @dreamstarsandskz @linaliann open, send an ask or comment to be added. warnings: angst, recovery from an accident, mental health issues, depictions of blood/injuries/surgical scars, self-depreciating thoughts, general depression, themes of hopelessness/despair, a lot of negative emotions in general, eventual smut (oral - m and f recieving, penetrative, unprotected, piv, use of petnames but relatively vanilla), mentions of mental institutionalization
Desderium: an ardent desire or longing, especially a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.
You were a painter, once.
But that was before.
Before the accident that crushed both your hand and your dreams, snatching away the future you'd planned for yourself in an instant. Your bones would mend, yes, but not the same. It wasn't the same. It would never be the same.
You'd figured that even touching a brush again would hurt. Experiencing the lack of skill that once came naturally to you would hurt. The thing you once loved would hurt.
Though you wouldn't - no, couldn't - bring yourself to paint now, that didn't change that you could teach. That you held knowledge beyond that of most. Knowledge that held value to those who still had the privelege to dream the artist's dream - to dream your dream.
Despite your initial reluctance to the idea, a gentle push from your mother - the threat of institutionalization had you not done something aside from rotting away in bed, alone, in the dark - made you much more agreeable.
Your pupil, a beautiful boy by the name of Hyunjin, had a very peculiar way of getting under your skin depite his pure intentions. Teaching him was infuriating, the ease of which he picked up on your methods serving only as a reminder of what you'd lost.
Hyunjin, however - despite your abrasiveness - was determined to learn - about painting, and you.
