Life - haobin

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Hanbin limped into the art exhibition that displayed a few of his paintings. He saw people look up at his largest piece; an elegant woman smoking by the side of a trashed bar, her white clothes standing out before the overall hues of her surroundings.

The strangers stared up at it before nodding and passing by, whispering a few words of approval.

Hanbin grumbled before walking up to the piece. It was beautiful. There was so much meaning to it. But he was so bored by it. Something was missing, just like every other painting of his

"It's beautiful, no? So many emotions"

Hanbin jumped at the voice, looking at a boy who had appeared next to him. The boy didn't bother to look at him, eyes scanning the painting with kind and non-critical eyes

"I... I guess?" Hanbin answered. He looked back at the painting in wonder. Emotions? There were emotions? He doesn't remember having emotions while painting it.

"You guess?" The boy asked. Hanbin hummed, eyes scanning his own artwork

"You don't know much about paintings, do you?" He asked with a laugh, rather than answering the boy's question. The latter raised an eyebrow, finally looking away from the painting and towards him

"Excuse me? I know art more than anyone" The boy answered confidently. His eyes had turned light and playful

"Art is not the same as paintings. Art can have-" Hanbin started, but the boy stopped him

"I know, believe me. I'm a writer" he said with a smile. Hanbin sighed

"Are you now?"

"I am. And I can guess you're the one who created this artwork?" the boy answered. As Hanbin was going to question his guess, the boy tapped Hanbin's name tag that had only his last name and then pointed toward the painting's credits

"And plus, most painters don't really like their own artwork. I may not know much about paintings, but I know a lot about the books created by the painters"

"You're a reader then?" Hanbin asked, eyes skidding to a stop to look at the boy's notebook that was securely wrapped around his arms. He noticed the boy was dressed neatly, making him too self-aware of his loose and lazy outfit.

"What kind of writer doesn't read? Where do you think we get the vocabulary from?" the boy laughed and Hanbin smiled back

"Stupid question" he acknowledged. The boy nodded and smiled before turning his back to him, giving him a small glance

"Well, nice to meet you..." he looked at Hanbin quizzically

"Hanbin"

"Hao" he responded. He smiled kindly, hiding his eyes almost completely before walking away slowly, letting his eyes wander around each and every painting. Hanbin saw how his mouth would move as if he were talking to himself, eyes focused and hands fidgety. He occasionally brought his notebook to the other arm, switching the pen between his fingers before placing it back completely against his palm.

Hanbin watched as Hao slowly made his way to the exit door of the town's small art exhibition, still murmuring words of thoughts to himself.

Hanbin didn't know what came over him, but he just wanted to know more about the guy. His body unconsciously brought him to face the boy, right at the exit, with a small smile and a shaky voice

"Let me buy you a coffee"