might just die //zikyung

sea

Nervously Park Kyung switched his position on the chair. Maybe if he knew that Lee Taeil didn't mind the paintings all over the wall and floor he'd be less nervous. A little rose of fear bloomed in his mind and its thorns hurt his pride. Kyung had been scared for so long that he didn't want to feel any fear now. With a sigh Taeil got up and left the room. It was no use. Yes, Park Kyung was an interesting personality but he never talks, he never writes a single word on the paper that always lies on the table. The only thing he did was draw all over the room to make it look like he was being at the beach. Park Kyung was able to read, able to write. But still he had only written on the floor beneath his bed. And after 36 days the words got covered with a deep shade of blue. The young man had talent. Maybe Lee Taeil should make one last approach?

"Who taught you to draw, Kyung?"

"Woo Jiho."

_____

Feel blessed by the beauty of these derps~