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Art

Baekhyun loved looking out of his bay window, and he loved looking at the small scenery that made up his small neighborhood. He especially loved when it was 5:35 pm, when the sky began to mesh in the beautiful ombre of orange, yellow and red. He also loved when the charcoal haired boy next door would come outside and sit in his ordinary green plastic lawn chair, set up a easel and blank canvas, and look up at him too. Despite Baekhyun's little knowledge, he was painting what he liked to call: Art.

Baekhyun didn't know if it was him being shy, or if it was the simple fact of him talking to another human being what was making his insides curl, but this was no normal human being. Baekhyun often questioned if this boy was truly real at times.  At first he only took it as a simple crush and he rolled with it, finding it somewhat nice to be interested in a different person that wasn't his friends, or someone he was looking at from the screen of his phone. He liked the thought of having something real with someone, someone he could have late deep conversations with, or stare into someone's eyes just because he can. Because they're his and he would be theirs.

Thoughts like these gave Baekhyun a little glimpse of hope. That maybe when he did talk to that charcoal head boy, he would feel the same way as Baekhyun did.

Baekhyun loved watching the boy paint. That was something he enjoyed the most, despite the awkward position of him sitting at a lower angle, the boy still managed to paint freely. Baekhyun could never see what he was painting, and he wished he could. He could only guess that it was the sky, or maybe the scenery of the neighborhood they lived in. Not that it was much to look at, but it was still a warm feeling of looking out into the small little place he liked to call home.

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Baekhyun leaned over his window, hands covering his face as he looked up at the sky, his room was dark the only thing being shown was his shadow as the dim light from the falling sun cast over him, he could only wait so long. His mother called him down for dinner a few minutes ago but he couldn't miss this, he had to see the boy that took his heart walk out that door, so food could wait.

Baekhyun looked at his rather large black digital clock that sat on his nightstand, reading it carefully he let's a small breath escape his mouth.

5:35.

The small pink haired boy almost leans too far and he has to stop himself from falling, the excitement was building up in him and he couldn't keep it down. But, sure enough when Baekhyun looks up he sees an evenly small boy walk out of a small white house, the clear screen door he walks out of slamming behind him loudly, diet doctor pepper in his hand and a green lawn chair tucked snuggly in his underarm.

But something is different, the boy's hair. Is red. A nice even undercut and bangs. Baekhyun graces his lips with a small smile. The red hair was such a contrast from the same black silk he was used to seeing every evening. He had a sudden urge to touch it, but he knew he never could.

Baekhyun watches as the boy lays out the lawn chair and plops into it, a clear sign of satisfaction being displayed on his face as he takes a sip of the drink in his hand. He looks up at the sky, looking peaceful and quite content with himself. Baekhyun head tilted.

Where is his canvas and his paints?

That was strange.

Baekhyun slumped down, somewhat disappointed. He looked forward to seeing the boy paint, the way his face scrunched up, and his eyebrows furrowed when he was frustrated while working was something Baekhyun took pride into seeing, and now it seemed he wouldn't get to see it today.

"Baekhyun! Are you coming to eat or not?" his mother called, arm leaning against the bottom railing of the stairs as she looked up to Baekhyun's room.

Baekhyun closed his window, there was nothing to see this time so he stood up fixing his plain white shirt he was wearing, and walking out his room to meet his family for dinner.

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