The large, tinted orange sun sunk below the trees, like ashes of bright green-grey. Baekhyun's hand moved to his cheek, flicking away the tear with a nudge of his gold-rimmed glasses.
Closing his eyes, he let the wind brush through his hair and tickle at his skin. A light smile drawing to his lips as the wafting smell of home cooked dinners carried past him in the breeze.
He didn't really want to open his eyes.
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A sigh left his thin lips as Baekhyun fought with a comb; brushing it up along small strands of his hair to fluff it up.
The brown colour he had died his hair for 180 dollars was now black. Dull and boring, like his eyes and pasty skin. He could barely notice the double eyelids he had coughed up 2000 dollars for when he was younger.
He looked so plain. Like a 1940's TV actor.
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"I want everyone to just...express how they feel!! Let your brush guide your hand" the studio teacher said to the room full of students with wide movements of her arms.
Baekhyun stared at the white canvas, then down to the pallet. Blobs of grey tinted greens, reds and blues. Dipping his brush into what looked to be a blue colour Baekhyun began painting the sky, adding swirls of the black to match the sky he had seen the night before.
As the class was packing up, the studio teacher called out to him, stopping him from leaving with the rest of the class.
"I have good news!!"
Baekhyun smiled a little for her to continue
"A scout from the gallery of Seoul came to see your artworks!!" She said, catching the younger man's attention.
"R-really?"
"Yes! He chose not one but three of your artworks to put in the gallery!"
"Three...?"
"Yes, remember the one of the tree! And the portrait and the-"
Baekhyun's eyes trailed down from the teacher, connecting with the wooden flooring, dotted with paint.
"Sorry, but could you please decline" Baekhyun said, the teacher stopped with a flabbergasted expression.
"Baekhyun, this is everything you've dreamed of. What are you saying?"
"I'm sorry but...they're all from last year..."
"So?"
"I can't..." Baekhyun stopped as he remembered the three artworks he was most proud of. The bright colours he remembered that stained the white canvas.
"I can't do that anymore" he said before turning, leaving the teacher in the empty studio, shocked.
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"I like your hair, you seem a little artistic"
Baekhyun stared at the man sitting across from him. His phone with an article in the large font, forgotten in his hand.
The college cafeteria was filled with students eating and talking loudly.
The large area causing the sound to echo and pang him Baekhyun's ears. Though the man's voice was loud enough the drain it all out.
"You're an art student, right?"
Baekhyun nodded, a light feeling bubbling in his chest.
"I'm Park Chanyeol. I'm a music student"
