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it was a nice morning of middle february, it was a bit cold in seoul, but surprisingly not as much as the last years.

minho was sitting on his bed, legs crossed as he bent forward towards the sketchbook placed in front of him.

he held a pencil in his hand, randomly doodling on the white page, as he lightly bit at his pinky that he was keeping between his teeth.

he always did that when he was nervous. it was a habit of his. ever since he was little, his parents had told him it was rude and disrespectful to do in front of other people... but the kid that still lived inside of minho just couldn't let go of that meaningful gesture.

minho's thoughts were running from one side of his brain to another and he felt as if a marathon was held inside in head.

he had been staring at the empty paper for at least ten minutes, trying not to make it look so empty anymore.

he needed ideas.

he needed a subject for his drawing.

or at least an inspiration for his sketch.

he sighed and let the pencil fall on the page, falling with his back on the bed. he closed his eyes for a few seconds before staring at the ceiling, in hope he would find his answer somewhere around him.

but nothing happened.

so he just decided to do something himself.

he needed to break free from the voices in his head and he could only do that through dancing.

he stood up and picked up his drawing set, before getting out of his room. he went downstairs and wore one of his coat hanging from the clothes hanger in the hall.

"mom! i'm going out for a while!" he yelled, making sure his mother could hear him from wherever she was.

he barely heard her reply with a positive answer, before he left his house and made his way along the street.

he didn't really have a destination, he was just trying to find the perfect, hidden spot to dance for a little bit. then he could focus on sitting down, concentrate and produce.

as he walked he mumbled the lyrics to a song that had been stuck in his head those days and wandering, lost in his own thoughts, he ended up in front a house he remembered quite well.

before he could say anything, he recognised a silhouette sitting under a weeping willow, looking like they were reading.

it surely was jisung and at the sight, a cute timid smile appeared on minho's face. he didn't think twice before walking towards the younger's direction, making sure his footsteps couldn't be heard.

jisung wasn't exactly facing him, being turned to his house and also focused on the book he was reading, so minho could easily sneak behind a tree opposite of him.

he slowly crouched down and sat down with his back against the cortex of the high tree. he opened his sketch book and pulled out the pencil and eraser from his pocket, putting aside the original plan of dancing for a while.

he looked at jisung and nodded to himself, already sketching a few lines on the first blank paper he had found.

his tongue poked a little from the side if his thin rosy lips as he occasionally looked at jisung before continuing his drawing.

when he was satisfied enough with his sketch, a smile unconsciously made its way on his elegant features making his eyes disappear into two half moons.

he closed his eyes for a moment and then admired the work of art in front of him – and no, i'm not talking about the drawing.

minho got lost in the way jisung looked so effortlessly cute and serene, feeling himself being calmer just by looking at him.

he sighed once more and looked up at the sun, noticing it was already up in the sky, meaning it was around noon and he had to go back home. so he stood up, careful not to make any sound among the leaves and rocks on the ground, and jogged to the other side of the road, where he couldn't be seen.

he stole one last glance at the younger boy, catching him standing up and happily walking into his house, before turning away and going back home as well.

a small genuine smile plastered on his face.

minho kept thinking about that boy and how kind he had been. he wondered if they would ever talk again or even become friends.

but with that drawing, he felt like jisung was always with him and minho almost found it a way to get to know him better when he wasn't even there.

a/n
probably the calmest chapter i've ever written lmao

i wanna be rich and get bubble. skz messages and recordings make me cry on a daily basis ㅠㅠ

-mic