a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

black sky and purple stars pt.2

And the sun was slowly going under as the bus was stopping at the last bus stop for this route. Yeosang was blasting some music through his headphones as he was jumping down on a rather unpaved street and seeing the bus turning on the lights as it was going it’s way. The wheels making an uneasy loud sound, cracking up little stones and dirt but Yeo was not hearing it over the music. Slipknot screaming some lyrics into his ear and making him more calm than one would expect. Yeosang was always a person hard to read. He was actually a calm, introverted and sweet person when it comes to his friends but over the years he started to mask into something that was rather different. He had no problem to show up at a place like this alone and fake his way through it. In the end of the day art was everything he had - he was more obsessed with it than Mingi. 

His only anchor, his only reality and always his only safeplace.

He was pulling out his headphones and hearing the music coming from afar, the wind already letting the smell of paint and alcohol fill his nostrils. He was looking around, walking away from the abandoned bus stop, down the road and all he could see for a moment was trees and empty houses. The warehouse was smaller than Yeosang expected, but still big enough to fit a lot of people in there. The broke down windows in the front reveal the dim light coming from inside - it was a rather blue, lilac color.  

For the first time he saw people, guys and girls walking around the house, having cups and cans in their hands - chatting and laughing. But not being too loud outside in order to stay lowkey. The music was louder now, but still not loud enough to be heard from the road he just came from. The rules of an art show were just as simple as the rules in general. Everyone had their own place to spray, no one was allowed to interrupt. Yeosang was kinda late, so he hoped he would be able to find a good place after all.

He was entering right away, not wasting much time as he was walking around and looking for a piece of wall or an inspiration where he could let go of all the thoughts he summed up over the day. The music a low beat without much lyrics, just consuming him the moment he was stepping inside. People leaning over a wall, kneeing before it, everything was smelling of paint and raw alcohol and Yeosang was already grabbing the mask form his backpack to not breathe in too much of it over the night.

Red, purple and black colors and letters on the wall, every art style different than the other. 

And Yeosang was relieved as he was walking further and deeper in and finding a big and massive pillar in the middle of the room that was still empty. With quick steps he was walking up there, letting his backpack fall to the ground and mark his territory with it. 

Kneeling down before it, spreading out his stuff and fixing his mask. 

He wasn’t interested in getting more to drink, the beer already made him tipsy and his line work would get harder with more alcohol in his system. 

From this moment on it was just him and his art. 

Shaking up the can’s, looking at the white wall before him, cleaning it from dirt and other stuff that would be in his way. Starting with the first little corner right at the ground, his knees so close to his chest that had no problem to reach every inch he wanted to spray at. Organizing colors, stepping backwards to check the whole picture every time he was finished with another line. Yeosang was not thinking when he was doing this - it was more of an feeling in his fingertips, just letting his hands guide him, choosing colors in a way to just let his hand randomly grab one and not thinking about it too much . This way he was forgetting time and space, the music vibrating though his chest calm and comfortable.

“What are you betting, just say something - anything ”, a voice was almost yelling over the music, a little laugh filling the air and Yeosang was putting down his can and taking off his mask. Shaking his blonde hair out and looking over to the disturbing noise. It was a guy probably a whole head taller than him, right behind the pillar Yeosang was standing at. A few foot away. Someone else standing besides him and the wall right in front of them was still white. A little crowd of people building around them and Yeosang was raising his eyebrows.