two weeks later.
--"You should really come down here ya know? Instead of standing up there like a stalker?" kyungsoo questions, he wipes his cheek that ends up being coated with brown paint, he sighs softly to himself.
Baekhyun leans against the window and rolls his eyes, "I don't have to come down there to be by you. I'm used to watching from afar."
"Oh we know," Kyungsoo looks over at Baekhyun a bit, both of them crossing gazes and Kyungsoo looks away smiling, "stalker."
Baekhyun eyes widen, "I'm not a stalker! I thought you said you would stop calling me that?"
"I said I would try not to, but it's hard to try when you always just stare at me like a crazy person. am I that beautiful?"
Baekhyun huffs looking at nothing in particular, "Don't get cocky now."
"I should say the same to you." Baekhyun hurries and looks around his room to find something to throw, "How is this?" But he is stopped in his action as he looks back out the window.
"How is what?"
"My painting so far." Kyungsoo turns his easel slightly over for Baekhyun to see. Baekhyun tilts his head.
"Your painting eyes?"
"Not just any eyes, these eyes are special."
"What's so special about them?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Baekhyun rests his elbows on the window sill and places his chin on his left hand, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Beacause it's a surprise."
I would think you would know..
Kyungsoo chuckles softly.
Baekhyun just stares, as Kyungsoo turns the easel back over, everytime Baekhyun yawns or looks away natrually, Kyungsoo eyes only seem to look closer. As if he were to be studying his face, or imprinting his face into his mind. Only for it to be printed and put on the canvas before him.
"I hate surprises."
"You'll love this one. Trust me."
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This really was a short chap. I can't promise they'll get any longer but I think short is best, the next few scenes will be just as short or a little longer.. but next chapter may escalate a few things.. heuheu look forward to that.
-Doekyung
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FanfictionBaekhyun loved looking out of his bay window, 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, and when...