hellobellos howls.

ad yang mw ikot bolos sama org gantenk iniey?

ㅤ

The city of Seoul never truly sleeps. That evening, in a garden filled with vibrant flowers, Steinwalds' Hajoon’s patience was truly being tested. They had intended to take a leisurely stroll and enjoy the atmosphere, but his head was beginning to spin because of Wyrmharrows' Dongwook’s peculiar habit of suddenly disappearing. Every five minutes, Steinwalds' Hajoon would turn his head, only to find that Wyrmharrows' Dongwook was nowhere in sight. At first, Steinwalds' Hajoon panicked. However, he would always discover him just a few meters behind, completely absorbed in photographing every possible angle of the trees and flower petals he deemed “aesthetic.”

“Dongwook, come on. We’ve only walked ten steps,” Steinwalds' Hajoon complained, massaging his temples. Wyrmharrows' Dongwook merely grinned innocently and held up his phone, the screen filled with oddly angled photos of tree branches. “Wait, darling. The lighting here is incredible.” In the end, Steinwalds' Hajoon could only sigh. As dizzying as it was, there was something undeniably sweet about the way Wyrmharrows' Dongwook admired the smallest details along the roadside. At the very least, Steinwalds' Hajoon knew that Wyrmharrows' Dongwook would never run out of ways to find beauty—even in the most ordinary of trees.


ㅤ