exo imagines {closed}

Palette of Love [Kris] for @_THELeiacorn_

It was your last Art class before you quit the centre for good, to pursue your career of becoming an artist elsewhere. You were dressed in a sleeveless white shirt with floral prints which was tucked neatly into a beige coloured short skirt and wore sneakers adorned with bubblegum pink bows - your usual outfit. 

 "Class, please get into pairs for this activity." The teacher instructed firmly, before launching into the outline of the day's lesson. Your class was to paint a picture of something that was meaningful in your life, something that you couldn't do without. You could choose to brainstorm with your partner. 

As soon as her briefing was over, you realised that everyone was already in pairs. Your skirt swayed slightly as you stood up, looking for anyone that had not found a partner. There was only one person left, a lanky boy by the name of Kris. His checked shirt and denim jacket accentuated his sharp, chiseled and perfect features that could never fail to make any girl swoon.

 "Uhh...so I guess, we are partners?" You approached him cautiously. He was the silent but handsome type, in short, your type. But seriously, your last lesson wasn't an opportunity to fall in love, was it? 

He nodded quietly before turning back to his canvas, his back slightly hunched, his fingers a blur as he mixed the paints on the palette, dipping his paintbrush into the mixture in a rush. You had no idea what he was painting, neither did you have time to brainstorm. 

You began on your painting, your fingers moving at a pace that would have made Kris a Ferrari, speeding his way to the end. Your hand shaking, you raised your paintbrush to paint the background, the park on a beautiful summer day. The benches, the playground, and...what else? Oh, the trees.

Meanwhile, Kris had spun around his painting to show you. He had outlined the silhouette of a girl, her figure slim. You thought that it was possibly his girlfriend, or his mum or something but before you could say anything, he turned back and continued to work at his painting with surprising ferocity. 

You shrugged nonchantly, continuing to paint two girls sitting on one of the benches. One was your sister, one was you. You missed your sister ever since she had gone to college. What other way to pour out your emotions than through art? 

"Look," His deep voice broke through the silence, causing some students to turn and glare at the both of you. And you looked.

His painting took your breath away. The girl had soft locks with slight curls at the end that framed her small, innocent face. A smile was fixed on her lips, making her look natural. Her fingers were raised, making the internationally recognised peace sign. But as you peered closely at the painting, scrutinizing every technique he had used, your eyes landed on one detail you had missed before.

The girl was wearing the exact same clothes you were wearing. Yes, there was no mistaking the dahlia with alternating petals of mauve and lavender on her white shirt. Nor could you deny that the sneakers the girl wore in the painting, were your own. And as you took a look at the general picture, you saw the information Kris had scrawled in his barely legible handwriting.

Title of Painting: _______

Drawn by Kris Wu 

He was looking at you expectantly now, his eyes practically begging for you to answer, to say something that would relay your current emotions to him. The average girl would pounce on him, perhaps whisper some sweet sentences into his ear. But then again, you were not an average girl. 

Instead, you felt guilty. It was your last lesson in the Art centre, and you would have to break someone's heart. 

"I'm sorry, Kris," You cried out helplessly, ignoring the strange looks being shot at you by your classmates from all directions. He soon absorbed what you had just said and nodded slowly. 

"Love is a palette, there are many options to choose from. When two people choose the same 'colour', and walk together hand in hand, then they will create a beautiful painting. I know it's your last lesson, _____, and there's no hope. I wish you the very best in your future endeavours," He said, seconds before the bell rung to signal the end of class.

They say, walking out on a memory is painful. And that day, you did just that, taking your painting carefully off the easel and walking out where your friend from school was waiting. Just before you stepped out of the door, you looked back for what was going to be the last time, and waved a silent goodbye to Kris. 

He pretended not to see you, but a tear was rolling down his left cheek as he was hurt emotionally. 

"I'm sorry," You said softly, before stepping out into the frosty streets of Seoul.

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Ta da~ 800 words, an increase in word count from the previous one shot! I had lots of things to say here, because I somehow liked the plot, a little angsty but a little fluffy. 

My inspiration for this one shot: 

- Kris' passion for Art [what if he was actually good at it?]

- I was mulling over how a person would feel if he/she loved somebody but never got the chance to see him/her after they chose different paths in life. Upset, and sad, perhaps :(

4 more oneshots to write. Its a holiday for me next Tuesday and Wednesday, so I'll update then!

~Edaline