ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

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Oh, how this Spring of love resembleth,
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all beauty of the Sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.

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Not pity nor guilt had motivated Kyungsoo into helping Jongin with taking the crates to the theatre department's practice room, carrying one himself, but rather the want to see more of this turtle that so often retracted into his shell.

He spoke enough for the both of them whilst they walked, managing to keep pace with the other even if his much greater height meant larger steps.

"So, what do you think of my request?" He asked, swerving away from his rambles about unimportant topics.

"I have an upcoming project due by the start of Christmas holidays, so it would be great if you could give me your answer soon."

"Yo-You're talking about me model-modeling for you, r-right?"

Kyungsoo hummed, feet hardly making a sound in their worn out sneakers, soles pliable and thin with use.

"Well, it's fi-fine with me, b-but why wo-would you. . ."

His incomplete question hung in the air for merely a few seconds until Kyungsoo continued for him, a knowing look in his eyes he kept focused ahead, even if he could feel the latter's gaze upon him.

"Why would I choose you?" He supplied, immediately receiving numerous, small nods.

"Who knows? Maybe the paint fumes have clouded my eyes enough that I believe what my delusional brain suggests I see, or perhaps you really are what you appear to be," he went around a corner, arranging his fingers beneath the crate's edges.

"Either way, be it my illusion, I wish to capture it, and be it a reality, I wish to frame it."

Jongin's eyebrows furrowed, baffled but curious.

"I don't th-think I get w-what you're saying."

At the words, Kyungsoo sighed, one lacking any frustration or tiredness, rather one of someone who was accepting things as they were.

"I'm saying that your face holds something particular which I want to paint," he elaborated, straightening his posture when he saw that they were nearing the practice room.

"Particular not in a negative sense, of course. In a more mundane way of saying things, I find you attractive and want to test whether my hand can copy such a power, and lure others towards my painting, as your self did to me."

He came to a stop outside the shut door, voices and sounds of movement sifting through the glass and plastic, creating a background music to accompany Kyungsoo on his way to set the crate down, and turn to the man who had so silently followed behind him.

Jongin's supple cheeks were flushed, the tips of his ears too, and Kyungsoo found the red to look beautiful upon his tan skin.

"By the end of this week, please drop by the art room and tell me whether you're willing," he said, smile on his full lips and a glint of something Jongin couldn't place, in his eyes.

"You can come find me at this hour. I hope to see you again, Jongin."

And like that he left, and like that Jongin inhaled, skin prickling and mind hazy with confusion and embarrassment but woven with infatuation.

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