ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

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For where thou art, there is the world itself,
And where thou art not, desolation.

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It was something more so done on a whim, a way of staying close to the other and perhaps to taste the world of theatre for himself.

Kyungsoo had asked to participate in making the various props and backdrops needed for the show and the current team was eager to add him on, hungry and desperate for a new set of talented hands.

The backstage was constantly bustling with those rehearsing their lines, costume-makers taking measurements, and the crew discussing how they would set up specific scenes with the appointed director.

He could understand the intrigue of such a place, for it was brimming with excitement and life even if it wasn't the night of the performance.

Jongin was stood at the right wing of the average-sized stage, script in hand and a faint frown on his brow as he mumbled his way through his lines until another actor joined his side, startling him.

Kyungsoo watched from his spot, in the front row seats meant for the audience, as his model chatted with a colleague, occasionally nodding and signalling towards certain points on his papers.

His hand rolled the pencil between his fingers, round eyes sitting shamelessly on Jongin's face until he lowered his head to look at the open sketchbook set on his thighs instead, envisioning the image he would soon be sketching.

It took no more than a few minutes to get the lines down and ready, but he put extra care into the details and completion of the drawing, the strokes of his pencil being delicate enough to have not caused a ripple in water, should he do the same movement on its surface.

"Kyu-Kyungsoo? You're st-still here?"

It was the very subject of his art to direct the question at him, and he rose his chin to meet the other's eyes, with a warmth in his.

"Of course, Jongin. It's my first day as part of the prop design team and things are still being decided upon, so I didn't have much to do and wanted to see how life goes about over here."

"Ah, I-I see."

Kyungsoo flipped his sketchbook shut, tucking the pencil into the spine's rings and sliding it into the backpack he had laying unzipped at his feet.

"Contrary to how you are off it, you seem quite comfortable with yourself on stage, Macbeth."

The one standing glanced away, colour dusting his high cheekbones as he looked to the platform.

"I did s-say that I lo-love acting."

His eyes returned to Kyungsoo, a smile now on his mouth which made the artist's chest constrict in the most pleasurable of ways.

"Di-Did you join the prop team for. . ."

"Did I join the prop team for you? Definitely."

Jongin nodded, damp palms pushing into his jeans' pockets as he didn't speak again, for nothing was meant to be said.

And the theatre room became their second place of meeting, as the first remained to be the art class.

It was a cycle which continued － seeing each other constantly － one which made Jongin look forward to afternoons and Kyungsoo look forward to nights.

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It's crap i know but it be like that sometimes
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