𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

06 | CAN I PAINT YOU?

"Now class, there is a project due next friday" The art teacher says. "A painting" I'm fucked. I was a great drawer but painting felt like my weak point. I wasn't horrible at it but I wasn't the best either.

"It can be anything as long as it's appropriate" She finishes as the bell rings. The students pack up and start exiting the classroom.

Before I could walk out the teacher calls my name "Jisung, can I speak with you for a second?"

I look at her and nod, walking to her desk. "I saw how disappointed you looked when I said the project will be a painting"

"I was that obvious?"

She chuckles "Yeah, but I don't want you to worry. Just have fun with it and don't look at it as a project but as a way to practice getting better with paints"

I nod "Okay, I'll try"

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I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling of my room as I contemplate whether this was a good idea or not.

At first, when it came to mind I completely disagreed with myself but the more I lay here and think about it isn't such a bad idea.

I had no other ideas but this one and I'd like to think I've been practicing for this exact moment.

I groan loudly and look over to my nightstand where my phone is. My eyes stare at it for a few minutes before I turn onto my stomach and grab it. Pressing my contacts and searching for a familiar name that has yet to be used.

I bite my lip nervously as my thumb hovered over the call button. Pressing it quickly before putting my phone down and closing my eyes.

It rang a few times before the ringing stops. The line was quiet before they spoke up.

"Hello?" His voice was just as gentle over the phone as it was in person. "Anyone there?"

I grab my phone "H-Hey" I stutter. "It's Jisung"

I heard him chuckle on the other side "I know, I figured it was you because I don't give my number out to anyone".

I nod even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Are you busy?"

"If you consider laying in bed watching anime busy, then yeah" I laugh and shake my head, "Is there a reason you ask or are you just curious about my whereabouts?"

"Well I wanted to ask you something"

"Okay, I'm all ears"

I smile and bite my lip "I was hoping to ask you in person, so if you don't have anything to do would you like to meet up?"

Minho was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up. "Yeah of course, where at?"

"The park?"

"I'll be there"

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I sat on the swing and looked down at my feet as I kick around the wood chips.

"Sorry I took long" I heard Minho's voice as he walked up to me.

I shake my head "It's fine"

He sits in the swing next to me and I look away nervously. I was now regretting calling him and regretting the whole idea as I felt he would laugh in my face.

"What is it you wanted to ask?"

I look up at him hesitantly "Can I back down and we forget I ever called?"

He laughs loudly "Now I want to know even more"

I pout and look down "I have an art project due in a week". My fingers fidget on my lap "I have to paint something"

"You don't sound so excited about it"

I shake my head "I'm not, I suck at painting"

I look at him and he smiles softly at me "I don't believe you"

"You don't have to, it's just a known fact". He just continues to smile at me and I figured I needed to come out and just say it. "I called you to see if you'd help me"

His smile drops "I don't know how to paint"

I bite my bottom lip to stifle my laugh as I shake my head "Not like that"

"Then what?"

I felt my cheeks heat up as I ask "Can I paint you?"