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art is me.

a years later.

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Baekhyun remembered loving looking out of his bay window, he remembers looking at the small scenery that made up his small neighborhood.

He especially remembered when it was 5:35 pm, when the sky began to mesh in the beautiful ombre of orange, yellow, and red, and when the charcoal haired boy next door would come outside and sit in his same green plastic lawn chair, set up an easel and blank canvas, and he would watch him look up at him too through small glances, despite his own little knowledge of course, Painting what he liked to call: Art.

And now, as Baekhyun sits in his house staring at the large painting that his boyfriend painted of him so long ago it makes him feel stupid for the day he questioned him about painting eyes.

When those eyes were his eyes the whole time.

Baekhyun never knew a small crush could turn two small neighbors into a big masterpiece that was currently made up of their love. from the shared conversations at night, to the long late early morning phone calls, to his beautiful dreams that came a reality, throwing their names at each other.

Looking into one another's eyes, and sharing popscicle kisses on windy days, and confessing his love to his one in only through a small paper plane to the head.

It made Baekhyun realize that even though, they'd only known each other back then for a short time, they loved each other bigger than the world. And the art that they created was made up of Kyungsoo and himself.

And there was no greater peice that could be made up, when it was made up by the art of love.

FIN