ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

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"Isn't it funny how we all look for the same things, but very few of us actually find them?"

It had been perhaps over two hours since they had taken their seats and passed time in silence, and then Kyungsoo broke the fine thread of quiet with a low voice, eyes not drifting from his seventh artpiece dedicated to his model.

His project due for before the holidays had been long done at that point, so much so that he had numerous versions of it, each expressing a different angle or different pose of Jongin, in various techniques and colours, for no matter how often he painted and drew him, his hand never tired of it.

"You me-mean stuff like love, hap-happiness and success?"

Kyungsoo chuckled, playfully wagging a finger at the other sitting no more than a metre away from him, a grin playing on his lips.

"I actually meant a matching pair of socks, but sure."

And then Jongin laughed that incredible laugh of his, a chime of honey sweet bells and sharp breaths, a palm going to briefly cover his open mouth.

"That's really t-true though! We all str-struggle to find m-matching socks."

The artist shrugged his shoulders, carbon smudged hand incessantly working as his free one cupped his left knee, skin to skin, given the rip in his jeans.

It seemed they had become quite the talk amongst fellow university goers, as far as Kyungsoo had come to know about from his friends.

What was so interesting about him and Jongin spending time together, he had no clue, but a part of him, just a sliver of a fraction, hoped that it would suggest a series of things to any others, the main one being that Jongin was his model alone.

It wasn't that he was possessive, far from it. Being too controlling was dangerous and danger was definitely not what he wanted to put Jongin in, but it was that artist side of him which felt connected to his muse.

Should Jongin be shared, then Kyungsoo didn't know what he would do.

No, Jongin was his art piece, his water which diluted drying paint and brought it back to life － an evergreen tree in a forest of seasonal ones.

Kyungsoo didn't mean to say he solely appreciated the man's exterior, for the more time they spent together, the more he grew to understand he preferred the person Jongin was, to the person he appeared to be.

He was opinionated but respectful of others, always polite and ready to listen, full of passion and ideas, creativity within his veins and heat within his heart, desire to succeed and be great, driving him through life.

Unlike the Macbeth he portrayed however, his intentions were as pure as his soul, his ambition was as innocent and clean as the love of a child, and the glow in his eyes made Kyungsoo fall deeper and deeper into the well known as adoration.

He came to know Jongin's defects, for even if his skin was as smooth as silk, no marks on his supple flesh, his person had small scratches and stains, and Kyungsoo adored them too.

It was as he liked everything in his life; a part belonging to perfection and tidiness, and the other belonging to colours and disorder, emotions and ideas.

Jongin was a mixture of both, like the warmest of oranges obtained by mixing red and yellow with his fine-tipped brush.

"Do you know of Adonis?"

The model nodded, curiousity in his caramel eyes before answering.

"Of co-course. I love Greek myth-mythology."

Kyungsoo hummed contentedly, using the pad of his index finger to smudge a part of his carbon portrait.

"Then you will comprehend what I mean when I call you by such a name, for that was the first which came to mind when I saw you come into this room, a month or so ago."

He tore his eyes from his large sheet of paper, and looked to a flustered Jongin.

"However, when I said it then I based it off of your appearance. Saying it now, I base it off of you as a whole. An Adonis within a beautiful shell, a crystal within a gold casing."

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