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Kyungsoo loved to paint.

He loved to sketch as well, but painting was his heart.

Painting was something he somehow managed to do effortlessly weather he tried or if he lazily threw a bucket of paint on a blank space, he could somehow make it look like it belonged in a fancy museum somewhere in France.

Kyungsoo especially loved painting in the evening time, he loved having the sky as his main centerpiece, the way he could mix and blend colors making it look like the sky was created by his own hand. Kyungsoo knew he was talented, and he didn't need anyone telling him that.

But, what really interested Kyungsoo, was when every evening he could almost feel a burning sensation on his neck; as if something or someone was watching him. So, one day when Kyungsoo took out his trusty lawn chair and diet doctor pepper, he decided to not paint and just observe. maybe being able to prove his superstition that someone was watching him closely.

Kyungsoo lowered his eyes low enough to give off the illusion that his eyes were closed, he looked from the corner of his eye. And to his surprise, he saw a boy.

Sitting in a window, staring at him. Hand clasped under his chin. Head tilted in some sort of confusion, and maybe a hint of disappointment. From what Kyungsoo could see, the boy had pink hair, and he just was so curious.

Why was he looking at him? Kyungsoo had a sudden urge to find out.

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