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certainly, much like many, jaemin agrees that beauty is in the eyes of their beholder. but there are just some circumstances, despite his extensive artistic history, where no matter how much he liked  –  he really could not understand the beauty of it all. and these instances almost always had to do with any type of abstract art. to be honest, he wasn’t sure why he enrolled in this art history class  –  it wasn’t even his major nor was it a requirement to graduate ; but when he had been signing up for classes, the description sounded interesting enough to tie him in for a semester. that was until the professor had made it a monthly requirement to visit a museum of their choice and write a subjective essay on the trip. 

jaemin was an alright writer but when it came to things he didn’t understand  –  much like now  –  it seemed he was pulling things out of his ass to try to understand each piece of art that chanced his vision that day. by the end of it, he wasn’t sure how he was going to write this paper when he couldn’t even understand the painting before him. sure, it was blobs of colors and strict black that concealed them but other than that  –  it looked simple, not as beautiful as everyone made it seem. “this is art?” it was a critique that he probably shouldn’t be scoffing at but he couldn’t help it  –  it confused the hell out of him. 

rksungmin​:

♆ Pride ♆

Ft.@yuzurk

To say he had a sister complex would be an understatement. It was blatantly obvious that Choi Sungmin adored his little sister. Perhaps the reason why he was so protective and clingy over his younger sister was because they grew up separately. Most siblings were raised together but the Chois had been raised by different people. Yena grew up with their parents and he with their grandparents. They had spent more time apart than together and now he was making up for lost time.

So when Yena had been announced as the new member of Heartz, well, he all but screamed. Pride filled Sungmin as he thought about his sister finally getting recognised for the talent she had. Yena was his everything and Sungmin was ready to be the embarrassing fanboy older brother.

Spying her in a practice room, Sungmin snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around his little sister, lifting her and spinning her in the air. ❝ Are you busy? Wanna go to dinner, Yennie? ❞

Looking at her own reflection she still couldn’t believe it. Nothing about her had changed. Her face was the same, even her hair colour. Admittedly the tips looked a little more healthy after the touch up on the pastel by professionals that Yuzu wasn’t too lazy to search up and pay for. Beyond that however she was still the same old streamer gal, who somehow had managed to get a secured spot in an actual idol group.

How did she get here again?

Finding security and joy in going over the choreo for their debut song again she was so immersed in her practice that she didn’t realize Sungmin sneaking into the practice room. Only when she saw the glimmer of movement in the corner of the mirror did she spot the male. Air squeezed out of her lungs as she was picked up and twirled around, she had to release a strained noise to vocalize her discomfort from the sudden hug.

“Oppa! Please-,” the female complained, a smile tugging at her lips as he lets her down again. “I was just practicing but I guess we can go for dinner. A break may do me kinda good.”