The Painter and The Painting (KaiSoo Oneshot)

Colouring

Before you start reading: This same story under the same name was published on Asianfanfics under the name NoReturn. That is me, so if you saw this there, just know that I am not stealing the story.
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They met on a sunny day in winter. You could still smell the snowflakes dancing along with the chilly breeze. It wasn't so unusual to Kyungsoo since he travelled alot. He was walking home from his exhausting eight hour day at work just outside of Seoul.

He seemed to have bumped into an old lady, making her drop the grocery bags she was carrying. He quickly apologized, a regretful tone dancing along his lips. He proceeded to collect all the groceries from the ground but some of them rolled away from him, far from his grasp. That's when a tan stranger with a kind smile across the street saw some blood red apples on the pavement, so he picked them up and helped the doe eyed boy. The old lady thanked them both and so the kind stranger introduced himself as Jongin, to which the smaller boy replied: "Kyungsoo."

They went to grab a coffee together and in the midst of chitchatting and the smell of coffee filling up their nostrils, they realised both were appealed to each other. One as friends and the other as something more.

Hours soon turned into weeks, and acquaintances in friends.

Days into months; friends into best friends.

Months into years; but their relationship didn't go any further than best friends.

Jongin wished it turned into something more, but it never did as Kyungsoo kept pushing him further and further away.

So Jongin decided to take action. He was tired of Kyungsoo ignoring him, the more he got devoted to work, the less he would care about his friend. As Kyungsoo was finishing work his best friend called him and offered a night at his house. Seeing that they didn't hang out in a long time Kyungsoo didn't want to dissapoint, so he accepted his offer.

With trembling, freezing fingers, Kyungsoo presses the doorbell to Jongin's house and is soon met with a drunk shirtless dongsaeng. He pulls Kyungsoo harshly into the house slamming the door loudly and locking it.

Pure fear is written on Kyungsoo's face. He cannot even speak or utter a single syllable.

"Hyung..." Jongin calls out in a menacing tone. "I missed you" He takes steps closer to his hyung but the smaller boy keeps taking steps back until his back gently collides with what seems like doors.

This pisses Jongin off.
"Hyung are you mad?" He asks, trying to hide the venom in his voice but it somehow still seeps out from the small gaps between his teeth.

"N-no." Kyungsoo stutters, his cheeks suddenly turning even redder than dark pink, how cold from the outside coloured them .

"Are you sure, hyung?" He asks, adding a pressure to the last word almost as if it bothers him.

Kyungsoo meekly nods his head and suddenly Jongin's body is pressed flush against him, his warm hands encircling his waist.

"I missed you" He takes a deep breath, enhaling Kyungsoo's scent but the smaller boy shifts uncomfortably.

This pisses Jongin off even more.

The next second, Jongin is opening the doors and Kyungsoo is being thrown on the bed, his hands soon cuffed to the bedpost. He sobs, bewildered, but Jongin doesn't seem to hear; or care. Either way, Kyungsoo's clothes are off and he is left bare infront of Jongin, struggling uncontrollably and letting out series of Let me go's and Please's along with whimpers and blush stained cheeks.