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his pink hair was wet when he arrived his apartment, water was hugging his drenched body as he removed all clothing he had before indulging himself to the warm water, he was relaxed.
it was sunday, his day off. it would be great to have someone to cuddle with especially in this type of weather, but in his dissmay, no one could.
his mind told him to be productive and all he could think to do was to draw, but today, he doesn't have any certainty to draw such art of masterpiece, he just want to let go all of the frustration he hold on to.
with gentle strokes he started, he let his hands move on its own, creating shades and different kinds of line he tried connecting. he let himself lost inside his world, his eyes fixated on the canvas infront of him without letting any distraction get him, even the oblivious stares he got.
the lead of the pencil broke, making him realized what he have done- he draw the scene he witnessed that unfaithful day, the drawing infront him was exactly of what he saw, it was like a picture but in black in white. it was in its accurate precision, the way his bestfriend's body was hovering hers, the way their hands interlocking like it was some missing pieces of a puzzle, the way her head was thrown back from all the pleasures she accepted whole hearted-ly.
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Fanfiction#85 -Seulmin his eyes widen at the reflection " are you a nutella? because i want you in my mouth." in which a boy would find someone watching him every 2:59 am.
