[Third person pov]
“I'm trying out makeup and I need a test subject!”
“Don't you mean Muse?” The sleepy pinkette asked. He was leaning on his door frame, yawning lowly. His eyes barely opened and his face puffy. It was late in the night and his neighbour had knocked loudly on his door, babbling some words he could barely make out.
“Same thing. Now come,” Taeyang had a grin on, she held Felix's hand and tugged him out of his apartment and towards hers.
Now that Felix had managed to shake off some sleep, he could clearly see her face and he yelped loudly, stumbled and fell on the hard ground. “What's that on your face?” with a trembling finger, he pointed at Taeyang's glimmering face.
“Makeup, duh!” she flipped her hair, before helping the taller up. “I was thinking of trying it out, you know?” Taeyang beamed. She never really had interest in such a thing because she couldn't tell colours apart and now that she has experienced all emotions and colours, she decided on getting into it.
“It's more of a face painting,” Felix stretched, his eyelids still heavy. “You look like a clown. You look like you fell into a barrel of glitter. You look like. . .OW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” Felix fell on his knees when Taeyang kicked his. . . ding ding dong.
“That hurts my feelings!” Taeyang scoffed, her arms crossed as she turned away, pouting.
“I'm sorry. You're the prettiest clown I've ever seen!” the Aussie rose, hugging the shorter.
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Deep End | Felix ✓
RomanceBlack and white, that's all you see when your heart has been broken. In a world were colours are run by emotions, a loner strive through with the ability to only see in black and white. The depressed crossed paths with an overly bubbly ray of happin...
