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Hanbin stood by Hao's side as the boy neatly placed a glass of water in front of him, the glass shimmering against the strong reflection of the sun
"You want some?" Hao asked, but Hanbin shook his head. The opposite boy shrugged at his answer before taking a sip of the water
"You look like you're deep in thought" Hao stated, looking at Hanbin's narrow eyes. Hanbin looked at him, eyes resting on the other's before he sighed
"Just thinking"
"About?"
"About how life would be if I weren't in this town" Hanbin resigned to his words, letting Hao hear them fall vulnerably out of his mouth
"You seem to think a lot about that," Hao said with a sad smile, pouring Hanbin a cup of water despite the boy's protest
"I guess I just grow impatient easily" Hanbin admitted and Hao laughs
"So I've noticed"
He handed Hanbin the glass of water, and he looked towards the grass where countless spring flowers bloom effortlessly
"I still don't understand why you want to leave. It's beautiful here. The beauty is a muse to our kind of art" Hao said, picking up a flower that stood beneath his chair and tying it around Hanbin's wrist
"I don't understand myself either," Hanbin sighed as he spoke "I hate beautiful things because they give me so much inspiration. I hate that I can never fully paint them and feel satisfaction after finishing the artwork. I feel like painting, as much as I love it, is my worst nightmare. Everything that I love is a nightmare"
Hao hummed as he heard Hanbin's words. He didn't understand it, he really didn't, but he still tried to. He could not relate to his words at all. He loved writing, and nothing about his love for it brought hate. He loved beauty and inspiration, he loved the vast world of words and ideas, creativity and images that came to his head once writing. Still, he tried to understand
"I guess some things are just too great, that they are unbearable," Hao said, trying to comprehend Hanbin's point of view. Hanbin nodded and smiled, feeling glad that he was being understood
"I love art. All kinds of art, especially painting. I love it so much, that I hate it"
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Life - haobin
FanfictionA small and beautiful town, a painting of feelings created by Hanbin. A small and beautiful town, a story of love created by Hao. So what is missing? Why do all the bright colors seem so dull?
