ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

T H R E E

Yunho drops his bag on the ground as Jaehyun and Jungwon run to grab him by his arms, shoving him towards wooyoung and Y/N, Mingi takes his bag and rummaging through it, finding his paintbrush and palate.

"W-wait no please don't touch-" Yunho was interrupted by the snap of his paintbrush, he could see Y/N and Wooyoung chuckle at his reaction.

"Aww, what're you gonna do? Cry?" Y/N laughed at his face, she then takes a bottle of water and splashing his face. 

Y/N sees the broken paintbrush on the floor and grabs it, squeezes some paint and cups his face. 

"Aww look at you," She coos, then a cool sensation is felt on his skin. Oh. Y/N paints his face, smearing shades of orange and green, laughing along as she does so. "Guys, you should join in, this is fun."

The others grab paintbrushes and smear paint across his cheeks, creating a rainbow of sorrow. Taehyun and Wooyoung then grab his arms and start painting death threats and insults. Paintbrushes are shoved down his mouth, earholes and nose holes, making it harder to breathe all while the others laugh their asses off, enjoying the show. Yunho starts trying to break free until he's stopped by Mingi putting him in a headlock, choking him.

"Smile for the camera, bitch." Jaehyun holds up his phone to snap a picture, sending it to the Big 5's group chat.

Hours pass by as the torture continue, Yunho going from crying to emotionless, the world  blurring around him. He feels like he's on the brink of death until it stops. He feels a hand on his chin.

His head lifts up to see Y/N, a smug smile plastered on her face, "Did you have fun?"

His hands are shaking and his breathe is shallow, the chemical smell of paint messing with brain. Y/N shakes his head, making him nod. He feels a tear fall out of his eye, landing on his shirt; the fabric absorbs it.

"That's what I thought, come on baby I wanna go to your place." Y/N links arms with Wooyoung and they leave the workshop, with the rest of the group following suit.

Yunho is left in the quiet workshop, emptiness beginning to take over his emotions, he stiffly gets up to go to the sink and wash his face, a spiral of colours going down the drain. All of a sudden, thud. 

Yunho wakes up in a cold room, a blaring white light over his head. "This is it. I'm dead, I'm free-" his thoughts are interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. 

"Miss, he's awake! Bro, you alright?" 

Yunho sits up and sees none other than Choi San, the sports leader. His vision was still blurry but he could still make out his sharp features and the red "Sports Leader" badge on his uniform.

"..Huh? Where am I?" Yunho rubbed his forehead, a panging feeling ringing in his head.

"I saw you passed out in the art room, are you okay?" San placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

"Why was there paint in your mouth and nose?" a voice asked, they both turned around to see the school nurse, a concerned look on her face with  a clipboard and pen in hand.

"Uhh.. I uhhh.. I slept on my palate and the paint got everywhere." Yunho flashed  a sheepish smile, trying to hide the truth.

"Are you sure? the paint was in pretty deep." The nurse looked skeptical at his response, jotting down something on her clipboard.

"Yeah just.. too much painting I guess.." Yunho was sweating bullets, his awkward smile hurting his cheeks.

"Well, I guess you could go. San, could you take him to the school gates?" The nurse walked back to her desk, logging in some information on her computer.

"Okay, miss. Come on let's go." San gestured to Yunho to get up. He hopped of the bed and walked with San to the front gate, his head still pounding from the toxic fumes of the paints.

"Oh yeah here's your bag." San handed back his messenger bag, taking it carefully and putting it over his shoulder. "And you should go home, it's getting pretty dark."

Yunho nodded at San's suggestion and muttered a small "Thank you" before heading out of the school, trying to clear his mind (and nose) of the encounter a few hours before. Looking up, he could see the dreamy evening sky, shades of pink and orange mixing to create a beautiful sunset. Yunho marveled at the bustling city around him, street vendors selling sweet and delicious tanghulu and groups of teens laughing among themselves. Yunho then spots a shiny pink car zooming past him, splashing him with water that accumulated due to the morning rain. He gazed over the driver to see none other that Y/N, Wooyoung next to her holding his vape. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when they drove past. 

Couple of minutes later, Yunho was in his house, finishing up whatever homework he had left, songs by Miki Matsubara filling the static silence. He was trying to get himself distracted so that he can hopefully forget about the incident in the art workshop. Suddenly his phone rings. It was his mother. He picks up the phone.

"Hey honey, are you alright?! We got a call from the school." His mother has a worried tone in her voice.

"Yeah mom I'm fine, just didn't get enough sleep." He answered blankly.

"Okay well, go to bed early today, okay? Stay safe, we'll be back soon!" The call ends shortly. Yunho put his phone back to charge and went to go to the convenience store, not planning to follow his mother's wishes.

At the convenience store, Yunho looked around to try to find the chips aisle. As he walked around, he saw a familiar figure. It was Y/N, but dressed in Hello Kitty pyjamas and bunny slippers, sniffling as she stood in front of the ice cream fridge; it was completely different to what she usually acted like. Yunho took a mask and a baseball cap from his bag to conceal his face and went up to her.

"Are you alright?" He looked down at her, hoping she wouldn't recognize his voice.

"Huh? Oh uhh yeah I'm fine.." Y/N wipes the tears threatening to fall out, "Could you help me reach that ice cream?" She pointed to a tub of salted caramel ice cream.

"Yeah sure." He grabbed the tub of ice cream and handed it to her, a stain of blue marking his fingers. Y/N looks up confused. "Shit, I'm fucked." He thought.

"What's that on your finger?" She points to the blue stain.

"Oh uhh.." Yunho hesitated, trying to come up with a believable excuse, "My little sister tried to paint my nails." He chuckled sheepishly. The situation was making him sweat bullets and make his heart beat 100 miles an hour.

"Oh uh, gotta go." He then walked as fast as possible out of that store, luckily his house was a short distance away.

Once he reached his house, he leaned against the wall and let out a long breath. He managed to talk to his bully without crying or getting humiliated. He sat down on the floor as he opened his bag and reached for his IPod.

Oh no.

"Where is it?!"