#noahvld

“sorry, i swear the weather forecast said it’s gonna be warmer today,“ index finger pointed to the gloomy sky. reminiscent of an eureka moment for an unknowing onlooker if not for the apologetic smile that pulled at the corner of moonsan’s lips. the sun was tucked away between thick gloomy clouds, making the vibrant flowers planted around the traditional village fade to a gray and lose all contrast. a cool breeze played with his dark hair, messing and knotting the otherwise silky strands becoming it’s silent mission.

at least sombre weather meant less people around to whisper and watch. and it definitely did not take much from the general idea of the area, which radiated pride and tradition no matter the weather or the time of the day. it was pretty, from housing to people passing them in colourful traditional hanboks, making the pair stand out like a sore thumb. it fit into moonsan’s original mission well, the man silently promising himself to bring some comfort to the younger that was slightly less familiar with south korea than him. whether moonsan’s intent came from close association to noah’s sibling or genuine care for the boy he’d named a good kid in his head the same second they met was something he was not aware of. however, who’s to say it’s not a healthy mix of both aspects.