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COLORS ARE A LIE

in which Jung Wooyoung, an art major (struggling to get through art block) stumbles upon a person dressed in only black and white. Despite the monochromatic pallet, the person seems to be more interesting than any color he could think of.

art major!Jung Wooyoung x gn!reader

warnings/genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, really nothing to warn about.

inspired by E ve's song YOKU

The professor's words went in one ear and out the other. From what Wooyoung could tolerate to hear that day it was something about composition and how people perceive the color they paint. Head down on the wooden desk, he looks towards his classmates and see that they're all taking notes and what not. Don't get him wrong, he loves art and his major, after all he wouldn't be attending a university just for visual arts if he didn't love it. It's just he's going through something all artists dread, art block.

Art block is one of the most infuriating things and it just had to happen to Wooyoung right when the semester started. Tapping his nails against the desk, he put his head down in between his arms and sighed. He was zoning out, lost in his thoughts until his seat-mate and friend, Choi San, nudged him with his elbow.

"Dude, snap out of it, class is over," he kept nudging the boy until Wooyoung lightly slapped him in retaliation.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going. I know when I'm not wanted," Wooyoung playfully whined as he gathered his bag and supplies. The two walked out of the lecture hall and out of the art building. "San-ie, why don't we stop by Sulbing Myeongdong and get some Bingsu!" the younger perked up as his mouth watered and the dessert.

"Alright but you're paying!" The other replied as they gradually made their way down to the cafe. It wasn't as packed as they thought it would've been considering the amount of college students that go there. The waiter, a nice man and fellow classmate Yeosang led them to a table by the front window.

Wooyoung looked upon the busy streets in a disoriented fashion. It could just be the art block talking but he swore he's seen the same exact scene play out over and over. Out there are people running late to classes, the happy couple that walks by and those professors who need fresh air from time to time. There was nothing new, both to draw and in life.

San talked aimlessly about some of the Bingsu flavors but Wooyoung couldn't help but let it go in one ear and out the other. The jingle of the door chimes pulled the boy out from his thoughts as your eyes met his. Your black turtle neck and slacks mixed with the white from your coat are what first caught his eye. Then they trailed upwards to meet yours who were already staring at him.

It was as if there was a pop or rather eruption somewhere in his mind. A spark, a feeling rushed through his veins as his shining eyes never left your figure. The feeling he soon learned, was inspiration. "Wooyoung, you're doing it again! People are gonna think you're a creep!" San once again tapped the younger's head.

"U-uh yeah but...woah," He couldn't really finish his sentence as he got up and walked over to your table. Your eyes met his once again, and he could feel the spark lighting again.

"Hi! Is there anything I can do for you?" You spoke up first as you motion for the man in front of you to take a seat. He took your offer and sat down, eyeing what you assumed was his friend on the other side of the cafe. You've never seen him in any of your lectures but if anything you know the look of an artist.

"I just wanted to ask-," Wooyoung paused for a moment, "what is the best art tip you could give,". He cursed himself for being extremely blunt but it stopped when he saw the look on your face. Amusement.

"Well, I guess it would make sense considering we are in an art school that you would ask me this," You laughed off the awkwardness and gave him a smile in return. "The best art tip, you say? First of all what's it for? I won't spill these secrets for nothing!" The playfulness in your voice caught him off guard yet not one bit of it was unwelcome. For someone who dressed so monochromatic, you were colorful...in a sense.

"Well, I'm sure you understand what an art block is right? I may or may not be going through one right now," He chuckled as he brushed the back of his neck. A light red was painted on his cheeks, it was cute. The corners of your lip perked up a little as you rested your chin in your palm.

"Well, at least tell me your name first,".

"Oh sh-, it's Wooyoung! Jung Wooyoung,".

"Wooyoung? That's a pretty name. Mine is [Last Name] [Name]," you spoke as you took a spoonful of your Bingsu and placed it in your mouth. After savoring a bit of the flavor, you finally decided it was time to answer Wooyoung's inquiry. "The greatest art tip that I can give to another person is that the art one paints should still look the same with or without colors. Colors are a lie, simple as that," The boy looked puzzled at the statement.

Colors were an incredibly important thing to any art piece. It gave it feeling and it describes the subject, so how could it be a lie?

You figured the reaction on his face was normal. After all, art majors like you and him were taught about the importance of colors from day one. You admit you had the same reaction when you were told this as well.

"Say color is like a house with no foundation. You have the house and it looks beautiful but if it gets wiped away, you wouldn't be able to tell there was anything there in the first place. Don't rely on colors to do all the hard work and build yourself an unstable house. You can build a house with black and white but instead you get foundation. The foundation in this case is the ability to shade the subject with various grays and portray texture albeit the lack of variety," It was a mouthful but it seemed like you got your point across to him.

Wooyoung safe to say was stunned at the explanation. Unlike San's ranting earlier, he took each and every word into careful consideration. He looked downwards for a moment before looking up again at you. There you saw him make a grin that reached his eyes.

"Well, would it be too much to ask if you'd be the subject of my next piece?" Even though you spoke about color being a lie, you quite liked the rosy red on his cheeks. Feigning pondering for a moment, you agreed to his proposal.

Wooyoung realized something that day you came over and helped break his art block. The saying color is a lie not only applied to art but real life as well. Someone in the world could do the most exciting things but would it even matter in the end if they forgot about it the next day? The useless, unimportant things that brought memories were the most important, Wooyoung thought as he gazed as his finished art piece.

It was a world with color, but the subject remained to only be in black and white. The world was flat with no emotions despite the mixtures, but the person, You, seemed to outshine all of it. Just like how you would in Jung Wooyoung's head.

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thisisuno · 2 years

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PREVIEW FOR THE SERIES: THE MOUNTAIN KING

in which a wandering traveler stumbles upon a Changgwi who tries his best to lure them into the claws of the Mountain King. Will the Changgwi successfully trap the wandering traveler or perhaps...the underworld can wait a bit longer.

Han Jisung x fem!reader

genre/warnings: descriptive gore, death, mentions of psychotic nature, korean folklore, angst, mystery, romance.

based on Ahn Yeeun's song: CHANGGWI

You've come to realize that you could not blame anyone but yourself to end up in this predicament. Perhaps you could indulge in an illusion that you're perfectly fine and just a few meters away from home. Those fantasies could only do so much when you, a wandering traveler, ventured into the sacred forests blindly with no sense of direction. Yeah...you definetly are the one to blame. The sun is setting soon and fast as your footsteps hurry to find any distinct signs in the trees. However, there is no sign of luck as it all starts to blend together like the colors of the sky.

Your hanbok was dirtied and ripped from the twigs of shrubs and rocks you walked upon. The sleeves were a green mixed with brown from stumbling over the forest terrain. It was evident from any outsider's eyes that you were loss and struggling. Yet you could only hope someone saw you.

Sweat sticking to your forehead, you brushed away the branches that hung low and walked into a clearing. The sun disappeared between the mountains and the light vanished for a moment until the rising moon came into view. The crickets buzzed their songs and the creatures of the night came to life. Panicking, you searched around for any sign of shelter that would provide the slightest bit of warmth from the night.

Tap-tap-tap...The sound of footsteps on the ground startled you, because they were not yours. A shiver ran down your neck as you looked towards your surroundings; the moon provided such little light it was almost impossible to see though. The tapping of the footsteps came to a halt as a faint figure entered the clearing. All you could do was make out is the gat hat that sat on top of the head and the hanbok that outlined the figure.

There was something indescribable about the silhouette though because even though you could not see what most of the body looked like, you could very well see the sharp eyes that bore directly into yours.

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