𝟥𝟥'𝗒 🪨 𓈓 TAEHYUN 𝖻𝗅

Taehyun was a young and passionate writer who had lost his inspiration. Nothing in his chaotic mind was as beautiful as what he longed to express, nor was there anything compelling enough to commit to paper. He was tired of writing poetry based on sadness, or empty feelings filled with uncertainty. He wanted more emotion in his art, something that would make him feel alive. One day, after thinking too much without any pleasant results, he mustered the courage to get up from his dusty desk, which creaked as his hands touched the wood, and head out into the uncertain world, hoping to capture the barely comprehensible enthusiasm of the people around him. He felt completely uncomfortable surrounded by smiling strangers, angry strangers, or any kind of stranger. He just wanted to try something that would take him further from his creative torment and a little closer to real emotions. His movements were controlled, smooth, and measured. If that was dragging his feet to the park with his eyes squinting, hating every tiny ray of sunshine on that tiresome morning, his inspiration wasn't flowing as he'd hoped. He was so overwhelmed and disgusted by the annoyances around him. He saw nothing inspiring in the children covered in greenish substances, or in the unbearable criticisms of their mothers. He longed to leave that place, to flee back to what his neighbors had dubbed a den, to the absorbed comfort of what was already familiar to him, but he stayed, watching a beautiful angel enter his field of vision. A handsome boy with eyes so clear, so bright, that surely his noble soul could be seen through them. Every movement of his long eyelashes made him look even more beautiful and unreal, almost like a little angel fallen from heaven. He gasped at his thoughts, hiding the powerful blush on his once expressionless face, after encountering the muse he had been waiting for all his life.