"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG

3. Brother brother, beautiful hair

sky like fuchsias
I see them in your eyes
come back here baby

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Once again in two weeks he got knocked for loop, so a brush of blue paint flying across the width of the studio was no surprise. The wooden handle of the brush stabbed the blonde straight in the forehead, and the soft bristles left a dark blue pigment in Hyunjin's hair.

"You wanted to be a model, and you can't even sit still for five minutes!" he threw up his paint-stained hands, and the see-through white shirt floated upward with them.

Hwang angrily rubbed the paint off his forehead, then got up from his wooden chair.

"You're the one who doesn't respect your muse!"

"Muses? Don't be fucking ridiculous! You are awful!"

"And vice versa, dear!"

Jisung grabbed a small vase of paintbrushes, which quickly went into motion in an act of rage. The blond man neatly jumped to the side, hiding behind blank canvases covered with a sheet and, as if behind a defensive wall, pressed the nearest possible ammunition to his chest.

"You're insane!" Hyunjin shouted, catching the pencil pack in his hands.

He grabbed the package, tore it open, and started throwing individual pencils behind him, hoping that one would hit Jisung right in that dyed head of his. Hyunjin was already reaching for a bowl of breadsticks when the door squeaked loudly and another curse word came out of Jisung's mouth that day. Hyunjin stuck out his nose from behind the sheet, and was struck by the colorful splatters all over the painter's studio, so he made a mental note to quickly run home and thus avoid cleaning up all the mess. The second thing was the sight of a man in a loose, light brown shirt and shorts. In his hands he held a small glass vase, from which white and pink daisies tied with string protruded. The man looked around the room, raising his eyebrows.

"An artistic soul, as I see" he whistled, then put out his hands with the vase "Here you go, Daisy."

"How did you... How did you know where I have a studio?"

From the look on Jisung's face, it was clear that he was deeply confused by the appearance of a guy unknown to Hyunjin.

"Oh, a little bird told me" he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Minho!" he growled.

He made no secret of the fact that he would have loved to throw that vase straight at the man. The man laughed happily, placing his gift in Jisung's hands.

"Well, I may have been following you a bit" he scratched his neck nervously "But I wanted to give you something nice as a gesture of apology for the painting"

Han parted his lips, analyzing his every word. He has been following him? It sounded pretty damn worrisome, especially since they didn't know each other at all. He furrowed his brows, recalling a very important fact.

"You bastard! You didn't pay for that vinyl! My boss deducted my salary for it!" grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt, clutching a vase in his other hand.

Minho opened his mouth to speak, but his attention was caught by Hyunjin coming out from behind the canvas. Jisung also looked in that direction, and his blood boiled again as the thought of his friend's annoyance once again entered his mind. He squeezed that poor shirt harder, and his lips turned into a thin line. Lee unexpectedly "broke free" from his grip and approached the confused blond.

"You have beautiful hair, brother!"

Hwang lifted both corners of his mouth upward and tossed the lengthy strands of his hair, which he piled up sloppily with an elastic band. He could not deny that he enjoyed receiving all kinds of compliments, even more so on his hair.