ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

paint me gold. [tenwin]

" is it necessary for me to attend this art show ?"

it's a waste to ask that question and sicheng knows. they're already at the car-park, but sicheng always makes sure to show it when he's not fond of something. and clearly he's not very fond of art shows. especially not at late nights.

his manager, kun, opens the door for him with a sigh. " come on, sicheng. president kim invited you here himself in change of signing that contract with renjun. you should be thankful. now be your usual self and behave ."

" you tell me to be my usual self and behave ," sicheng says as he gets out. " which one, exactly? I can't do both, kun ."

kun shoots him a glare and it shuts him up. for most of the show, anyways. most of the guests there flock to his side like noisy flies and sicheng recognizes absolutely nobody. thanks god kun fills him in. 

when sicheng decides he has enough he starts to wander through the gallery on his own. kun doesn't seem to notice, which is good. he doesn't want to get another nagging.

sicheng's steps come to a halt when he spots a particular eye-catching painting. he tilts his head, brown doe eyes scanning the picture with interest.

a half tiger and a sheep on the other half. the contrast of the two animals are striking and oddly satisfying. it's beautiful; full of little careful details with vibrant colours. pleasing to the eyes.

his eyes drop to the small golden-hued plaque under the painting. the prey and the predator, 2016, by ten lee. he's heard of him. renjun looks up to him very much.

it's an interesting picture. sicheng couldn't deny ten's talents, whoever he is.

sicheng doesn't even try to think of what it could possibly means, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy its beauty. sometimes only seeing the surface is good enough – especially for left-brained people like him.

" it's an old piece ."

sicheng flinches just a bit. he hasn't realized he has a company now; another man, to be precise. a little shorter yet he's dressed to be noticed. sicheng notices he has a lot of piercings on both ears and a tattoo on his forearm.

their eyes meet for a split second. sicheng averts his gaze back to the piece.

" art is timeless ." he says simply. the man smiles.

" correct me if I'm mistaken, but you're that model under LABELV, aren't you ?"

" yes. dong sicheng, but I go by winwin ."

" you don't strike me as someone who enjoys art ."

sicheng's lips curl up a bit. he shrugs nonchalantly.

" looks are deceiving, mister. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name ."

" chittaphon leechaiyapornkul ," the man smiles and nods to the painting. " but you might know me as ten ."

sicheng raises both brows in amusement. " you're the painter ?"

" in fact, I am. how do you like it ?"

" I think it's pretty. very... interesting. picturesque. the colours are gorgeous ."

ten clicks his tongue, the corner of his lips quirking up.

" be frank with me, winwin. why are you really here ?"

chuckling, sicheng rubs his reddening face. " is it that obvious I know absolutely nothing about art ?"

" it's not like that. I didn't mean to offend. it's just... you can say I know how to look out for art people and non-art people. no offense ."

" none taken. actually... my cousin, renjun, has a picture in the show ."