Through Your Lens

chapter 2 : proposal

it had been over a week since wooyoung had met this mystery artist. it was like he vanished into thin air. he had told yeosang about him the same day, almost as soon as he got home. and every day wooyoung didn't spot said painter, he had become a pain in the ass.

"how am i going to find him again? did i imagine him? oh my gosh, what if i scared him off?" wooyoung was stressing, he was keen on coming across the painter. "did you not ask for his number?" yeosang, from the couch, had shouted. wooyoung rose and went to sit himself next to yeosang, slouching in his embrace, grunting.
"he stormed out before i could get his name, let alone his number, instagram, which dorm he lives in, anything! it's like he wasn't real. are you sure i didn't imagine him?" yeosang sighed, stroking wooyoungs hair in a comforting way. the elder always disliked wooyoungs overthinking, it always took over him. "how stupid can you actually be woo?"

"it's not my fault the stupid man with his stupid overalls with his stupid paintings ditched me. he said he'll 'catch me next time he finds me gawking at another one of his art pieces' and i've done that many times since our first meeting, and he hasn't shown up! he's a liar. and you know what? i'm gonna forget about it. fuck him. stupid."

once wooyoung was done with his little rant he decided to make himself a cup of coffee before visiting his place. he had this spot just a little behind his dorm, where there was a clear pathway, with a bench. he'd always take a book and camera, and he would either read or take photographs of the wildlife. the area was full of greenery, different flowers growing every season, and right now, because it was spring, the tulips has start to grow in. and wooyoung loved flowers.

as he placed his book and coffee down onto the bench beside him, he pulled out his camera, wrapping the strap around his neck. he held it up, zooming in on a group of bright yellow tulips, as the sun shone onto them, highlighting the brightness. he halted once something, or someone, had covered his view.

"are you quite serious? i had the perfect composition-" wooyoung gasped. the face he expected to see was a random person, but it wasn't. it was the painter. "y-you!" fuck why am i stuttering. what is wrong with me.

"uhm, i'm sorry?" this time he sounded confused.

"C.S, you're him aren't you?" wooyoung questioned.

"that's right, choi san, and you are?"

san. choi san. his name was san.

"you don't remember me? we met a few weeks ago, while i was-"

"fawning over my painting, yeah. i remember. nice to see you again wooyoung." his mouth turned into a small smile as he held his hand out.
wooyoung shook his hand softly. his hand was bigger than sans, but his had more strength, proven when he shook his hand.

"i- uhm, i didn't get a way to uhm, contact you at all. and everytime id see another one of your work pieces, you'd never show up." a laugh left sans mouth. he has a nice laugh.

"you really waited? good heavens wooyoung, that was a joke! i'm always busy, since im in third year, i barely have time to leave my work place. let alone come see you."

ouch. i know we don't know each other but damn.

"i-i meant as friends, you know? you took me to coffee, i would at least expect a friendship." wooyoung felt stupid. san was different from the first time they met.

"come on then, we can talk in my dorm." san grabbed wooyoungs hand along with his things, and took him with him.

when the two entered sans dorm wooyoung could smell paint. mainly because paint was everywhere. on sans clothes, on sans walls, on sans hands, his hair (which was covered by a hat when they were outside). san took his coat off along with his overalls, and placed them on the chair which was joined to his desk.

wooyoung analysed sans room. he had polaroids above his bed. a few with different boys, some of his work, a variety of different types of art. his desk was messy. a bit too messy for wooyoungs liking. it had brushes plastered all over the surface, and looked like it had never been cleaned before. sans bed looked comfy though. messy sheets, with a stuffed animal sat in the top right corner of his bed. strange. i didn't think him to be the type that sleeps with stuffed animals.

"my bad, it's a little messy, since i just finished one of my paintings. it's the reason i was out really. everytime i finish a new piece of work i like to go on a long walk along the very path you were at. i thought it was more discreet, but then i saw you there." san started the conversation once he noticed wooyoung looked a little awkward. he tidied his bed a little and gestured him to come sit with him.

"is this not weird, a third year and first year student being friends?" wooyoung questioned.

"you seem to have a lot of questions young-ah, all you've been doing is asking me them."

"young-ah?"

"short for wooyoung, is it not?"

wooyoung was taken aback, this was the second time he and san had spoken, and he'd already came up with a different way to call him by?

"i mean, y-yeah you could say so." stop stuttering you freak.

"okay enough with all this nonsense. i have a proposal." it seemed like san was getting to the point as to why he brought wooyoung to his dorm, and wooyoung would be lying if he said he wasn't curious himself, so he waited for san to continue.

"i want to paint you."

a/n:
seems like sans getting ahead of himself
side eye.