Hate me. (Minsung)

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the torturous process of finishing their final was approaching closer to its end.

with how badly jisung wanted to win and how eager he was to see the finished product, it was nearly impossible for minho to do anything else other than work on this painting.

their idea was solid til the end.

they started on opposite sides of the canvas mainly because they couldn't stand to be near each other- but now they wanted nothing more than to get to the middle and merge together.

jisung's side had color. bright hues and tones of pink and purple, light and dream-like.

minho's side contained tans and dark shades, black being the absolute darkest he could go. it was like smoke and despite that, there were still figures present.

it wasn't just nonsense color on either side.

there were things, lines branching out and twisting together, a plethora of stars and clusters of intricate colors and shades.

even though it was done by two different people with two different styles, they seemed like they could merge.

and they did.

it took a whole day and a half of nonstop work and painting for them to finally complete the piece.

the paint was shiny still, going to take a couple days to dry completely, but it was done.

the two sides slithered and faded into the middle, merging the two sections of what appeared to be liveliness and death together.

in the center where everything came together, there was an empty space of something in resemblance of a heart.

no harsh lines to describe it, instead the colors and shades made space for it. it was perfectly in the middle with a light hue around it to make it appear that it was glowing.

it was a soft thing, not quite bright and not quite dark. perfectly in the middle and only able to exist due to the contradicting sides.

the longer they worked on it, the more the harsh lines seemed to blend and vanish the more they got to tolerate each other, and tenderness began to show as they inched to the center.

it felt so rewarding to have the painting finished, to say the least.

"what now?" jisung stands in front of the painting, sleeves rolled up and stained with pigment and oil. he tilts his head and smiles at the piece leaning against the wall down in front of them.

"we wait for it to dry." minho states, equally as stained as the younger. he's also staring down at their painting.

he didn't know that it would feel as fulfilling as it did. it felt nice. he felt satisfied and even proud; that he was able to create something from knowing nothing at first.

and the fact that he created it with someone else.

"let's put it on a rack!" jisung is the first to move into action and snap out of the staring trance. he reaches forward and grabs it carefully from the back structure to not smudge any of the paint.

"i think we really outdid ourselves, don't you think?" jisung questions as he slides the piece securely in the drying space.

"i didn't think i would like it as much as i do." minho says honestly. he takes the paintbrushes they cleaned already and gathers them in his hands.

the blonde turns around with a happy expression. "really? you really like it?"

he sees minho nod which seems genuine, and the older shoots him a look. "what, did you think i would hate it?"