#dxayane

PAST: 2023, jaeyong's first day at n.e.p.a. hq

jaeyong doesn't get nervous.

in some ways, he's trained his whole life for this moment: standing outside nepa hq, staring up at it for the first time as an enhanced agent, not just a pinnacle institute student, or a high schooler pushed into a dream he had to achieve by any means necessary.

in some ways, he's made it. in other ways...he's barely beginning, and there's still so much left to do.

the first thing he has to do is go in the building, though. the second: find the room for his orientation as a new agent. he has the room number memorized, but also written on a sheet of paper, just in case he managed to forget.

when he steps through those doors, though, as pristine and imposing as they are...maybe he's a little nervous. more excited than anything, though.

he looks around, taking in the view of the lobby, wondering if the people within it are important people he'll become familiar with, or just passing faces.

there's also no real indication of where the fuck he needs to go. instead of wandering around trying to find it himself at the risk of being late, he decides to head over to the front desk.

the girl working it is cute, bright-eyed – probably capable of persuasion via batted eyelashes. it's just the vibe she gives off. "hi," he greets her with a bright smile. "could you point me in the direction of room c240? or do you maybe have a map or something?" the building is fucking huge even from the outside. he imagines he'll get a tour, but even for as good as jaeyong is at remembering directions and surroundings, he doubts he'll get it all right away.

Starter for @dxayane

In such an upscale environment, he stood out a little (though perhaps in an endearing way); he didn't wear trendy clothes or have an expensive haircut, but rather just wore simple black slacks and a grey tee under an old and oversized cardigan of faded orange and navy patchwork, a bit ragged, his hair somewhat unkempt and up in a half-ponytail.

When it came to displaying his art, Sparky was content to do so freely at one of the infamous galleries at the Platinum Mall. In fact, a couple of his pieces had appeared in the background of a couple recent promotional videos. When it came to selling the pieces, however, he insisted payment be made in donation to specific charities rather than receiving a personal check. Sometimes, that made buyers curious of the seemingly eccentric artist which prompted the gallery to call him in and, after a brief meeting with t he buyer, Sparky opted to wander about the exhibit to look at the displays until ultimately landing on the painting that he (and the majority of the public) would likely never see again after summer's end, subconsciously chewing on the cuff of his left sleeve as he stared at it.

It was considered an ethereal piece, two pairs of eyes, one pair at the top of the canvas and another at the bottom, separated by and overlaying a sunlit field of vibrant blue forget-me-nots and soft yellow butterflies. The top pair of eyes contained a universe, darkness and light with stars and swirling galaxies, nebulas, comets, planets within the iris and a shining iridescent star in the pupils. The bottom pair of eyes contained a beautiful sunrise over the sea's horizon, full of color, with clouds drifting and lined with light as though painted with golden fire. The title on the placard read "A New World, A New Dawn" with his name listed as the artist.