Life - haobin

7

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Hanbin stood in front of Hao as the boy sat down by the window. He felt nervous, afraid that Hao would fall. The window was widely open, and Hao carefreely stood by its edge, legs over the other as he leaned his head against the open blinds

"You want one?" Hao asked, handing Hanbin a box of cigarettes. The boy shook his head, still looking at the writer

"I didn't know you smoked," Hanbin said, arm leaning against the shutters of the window to support his body weight. The air was battling against Hanbin's hair, pulling his bangs off of his forehead as he watched Hao sit close to the edge

"I like to pretend I don't" Hao answered, looking up at Hanbin with a crooked smile. Hanbin smiled back for a few seconds before his lips dropped to his typical serious expression

"Why?" he asked. Hao raised an eyebrow questioning the boy's inquiry

"Why what?"

"Why do you smoke?" Hanbin asked and Hao opened his mouth slightly

"I'm not sure. It's not to escape from reality, but it's more of a disconnection from myself and my feelings. It helps me focus when I write" Hao replied genuinely, disconnecting the cigarette from his mouth and letting the intoxicated air inside him disperse into the outside air.

Hanbin nodded in understanding but still felt curious

"But why would you not want your emotions while you write? Artists need emotions to make real art"

"That's the difference between painting and writing. I can't write with my emotions... at least, I'm not supposed to. I need to write other's emotions in my stories. I need to play a person who I am not, and shape my thoughts and feelings into its making" Hao explained, putting the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaling deeply, his eyes closing ever so softly

Hanbin watched him, eyes scanning the boy's features. He couldn't understand him. He didn't even understand what he didn't understand. The boy seemed so simple... too simple. People aren't used to simple. They are used to complex makings of the human earth, so when they meet someone simple, they don't understand

"You're a really weird person, you know that right?" Hanbin whispered. Hao opened his eyes slightly, obvious that he felt intensely tired. The tip of his lips turned up into a smile

"I know"