Fall In Love | Seventeen Oneshots

jam jam | choi seungcheol x vernon chwe

summary: when seungcheol's grey life sees a bit of colour

Most people don't seem to care for street art. They might give it a passing glance, or at most, take a quick photo of it to send to their friends later. If he had to guess, Seungcheol thinks he'd belong to the former category.

Well, that's until he happens to stumble onto a certain artist lurking in the alleyways on his way to his next class.

And listen, he knew the best thing to do would've been to just walk away and tell the teachers, but something about the way the kid scribbled bright colours and neon shapes on the wall seemed to captivate him. Sure, he was student council president, and sure, the rules explicitly stated 'no graffiti or street art to be done on school grounds', but the colours were cool, and the shapes were nice and, well, just give him a goddamn break.

"Eh? What- How come you're out here?" comes a voice, and that seems to snap Seungcheol out of his absentminded state. "Damn, I thought nobody ever came here,"

Seungcheol raises his head and sees a boy staring back at him. Though a good portion of his face is covered by a mask, he recognises the boy as Vernon from his class. The boy rarely ever turned up to his classes, much preferring to lurk elsewhere, so it was no surprise to Seungcheol that he was the one drawing the art.

"Why are you out here?" he replies, "Shouldn't you be heading to your next class?"

"Ah, come on," Vernon sighs, "Of course you'd think like that. You're so grey, man, just relax for once!"

"My life is anything but grey," Seungcheol shoots back, "And, for what it's worth, I am relaxed."

Vernon practically replies with a scoff. "You don't look like it," he begins, "but whatever you say, dude."

He turns around to continue his art, clearly expecting Seungcheol to head off to class now. And, honestly, that's what he would've done - should've done - but for whatever godforsaken reason, Seungcheol decides to stay.

"Your art's pretty nice," he states, coming a bit closer to get a better look, "The colours go well together."

He watches Vernon's eyes widen for a split second before he gives a wide grin.

"See? Now you get it." he smiles, basically radiating excitement. "Hey, do you wanna help me with this one, then?"

Logically, it would've been best to decline, being student council president and all, but something about the way Vernon's eyes sparkle makes it a bit hard to refuse, so Seungcheol just gives a hesitant nod in response.

Vernon hands him a bandanna and spray can, to which he stares at with confusion. "What am I meant to do with this?"

"Dude, have you been living under a rock or something?" exclaims Vernon, a look of bewilderment on his face, "The bandanna's for your face, obviously. Paint fumes are pretty bad for you if you inhale them, you know. And you tie it like this!"

With a tug, Vernon pulls off his own bandana before hastily retying it. Though Seungcheol appreciates the effort, he doesn't think the other boy realises he did it so quickly that it all just looked like a blur.

Whatever the case, Seungcheol politely nods. It must have been unconvincing, because Vernon raises an eyebrow.

"Just come here," he says, "I'll tie it for you, dude."

And he does exactly that. When he's that close, Seungcheol finds himself averting his eyes as he feels his face flush. He suddenly feels grateful for the bandanna.

"There you go!" he grins, before turning back to face the wall. "Okay, so what I'm trying to do with this art is to-"

Vernon rambles on and on about colours and how to keep your lines steady, but Seungcheol really doesn't understand much, so he just lets it go in one ear and out the other.