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The sound of rain pattering against the windows filled the quiet room. The evening had settled in, casting a soft, golden hue over the apartment. Xu Minghao, or Minghao, as most people called him, sat cross-legged on the floor, his sketchbook resting on his lap. His pencil moved in steady strokes, bringing to life the faint lines that would soon form a complete drawing.
Wen Junhui or Jun, the boy who had been on his mind for days, weeks, months, lingered nearby, absorbed in a book. The two of them shared the kind of silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, but instead felt natural, like the calm that follows a summer storm.
“Hao,” Jun’s voice broke the stillness, gentle yet firm, “why do you always draw in pencil?”
Minghao looked up, surprised by the question. Jun rarely interrupted him when he was in the zone. He smiled softly, the kind of smile that hinted at secrets unspoken. “I guess because it’s easier to fix mistakes,” he replied, tapping the eraser at the end of his pencil.
Jun closed his book and leaned back against the couch, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “But some mistakes don’t need fixing,” he said. “Sometimes, imperfections make things more beautiful.”
Minghao felt a warmth spread through his chest at the words. Jun always had a way of seeing things differently, in a light that Minghao hadn’t considered. He looked down at his sketch, noticing the tiny flaws—the uneven lines, the smudges where his hand had brushed the graphite.
He reached out for Minghao’s hand, pulling him closer. “You think so?” Minghao asked, eyes searching Jun’s for reassurance.
Jun nodded, smiling. “Of course. You don’t have to be perfect to be perfect for someone.”
Minghao’s heart skipped a beat. He knew Jun wasn’t just talking about the drawing anymore. They had both faced their insecurities, their flaws, yet here they were—together. They didn’t need to be flawless to be happy. They only needed each other.
“You’re right,” Minghao whispered, his voice barely audible. He gently placed the book aside, pulling Minghao into a warm embrace. Minghao melted into him, Jun’s arms circling Minghao’s waist.
As they held each other, Minghao realized that it wasn’t about striving for perfection. Life, love, and everything in between were messy, unpredictable, and full of imperfections. But that was okay. jun was his perfectly imperfect match, and nothing could make Minghao happier.
In the golden glow of the evening, with rain still softly tapping against the windows, they both knew that their imperfections didn’t define them; they completed them.
**The End**
This was fun to write and I'm going to make a sequel for this so hope y'all like this one😘
