Painters Touchdown [✔️]

열셋

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It was the weekend.

Jeongin woke up and climbed down the ladder and walked to the kitchen to see his aunt dressed for work.

"Morning, aunty," Jeongin says as he sits down at the island. "Morning, honey, how's your wrist?" She asks. Jeongin looks at it and shrugs his shoulders. "Hurts a little bit more than yesterday."

His aunt frowns. "How much did you use it?" She asks. "Whole day, it's fun when it's your dominant hand," Jeongin says as he smiles up at his aunt who places the plate of pancakes in front of him.

"What are you going to do today?" She asks. Jeongin shrugs his shoulders. "Going to the park maybe. Draw."

She nods her head. "Make sure your medicine before you leave," she stands up and kisses his head. "I'll see you tonight," She says and walks to the door. "Okay, aunty."

She left and Jeongin finished eating. He washed the dish and set it inside the drying rack.

He climbed up the ladder and changed into jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a bomber jacket. He slipped on socks and grabbed his phone, slipping it into his back pocket.

He climbed down the ladder and went into his art room.

His whole project was done.

Canvas? Painted.

Paper for the story? Done and checked.

Doll? Mm...still needs to be put together but finished.

He grabbed his art back which was filled with his usual things. He walked to the front and puts on his dirty, torn up converse.

He stood back up and grabbed his keys that were on a lanyard. He left the front door and locked the door before walking to the park.

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Chan exits his house after putting his shoes on.

He decided to go on a walk around the park, kinda hoping to run into Jeongin.

He arrived at the park and walked through it on the almost leaf-filled sidewalk.

As he walked, he spotted Jeongin. He exhales and walks over.

"Hey."

Jeongin stopped what he was doing and looked up at Chan who had a small smile. "Hi," Jeongin says looking back down.

Chan sat next to him and looked at what he was drawing. "What're you drawing?" Chan asks. Jeongin shrugs his shoulders. "Something."

Chan frowns. "Are you upset at me?" Chan asks.

"No, I'm completely happy with you."

"I can hear the sarcasm."

"Good."

Chan sighs. "I saw you. You were standing there when I broke up with Duri," Chan says stopping Jeongin. "Yeah. It's what she deserved for spraining my wrist," Jeongin says.

Chan stares at him as he dug through his bag. "Want to paint my hand?"

Jeongin slowly looks at Chan. "I-It was an offer...you don-"

"Roll your sleeve up. You're getting a tattoo."

Chan chuckles and rolls his left sleeve up. Jeongin placed his sketchbook in Chan's lap. "Look through it while I get everything out," Jeongin says. Chan chuckles and looks through the book, landing on one instantly

Jeongin looks back and smiles at the drawing. "Where do you want it?" Jeongin asks. "Anywhere you want, little fox."

Jeongin blushes at the nickname, once again, before starting.

Jeongin smiles at what he finished on Chan's hand but instantly felt insecure.

"D-Do you like it?" Jeongin asks.

Chan nods his head as he looks at Jeongin with a smile. "Yeah," Chan says. Jeongin smiles and puts his things away.

"You going somewhere?" Chan asks. Jeongin shakes his head. "No...I wanted to apologize for saying you and her you know...that and threw the sketchbook you gave me," Jeongin says.

Chan chuckles and takes out Jeongin's sketchbook. "You...you brought it?" Jeongin asks. "Yeah, I wanted you to finish that drawing of me," Chan says with a wink.

Jeongin tries to glare at Chan but failed since he started to blush more.

"F-Fine," Jeongin says as he takes it. He opened the book and took out a pencil.

He leaned against Chan to get comfortable causing the older to smile and watch the younger draw.

"Are you going to come to our game next Friday?" Chan asks. Jeongin glances at him before erasing a stray mark. "Maybe. You want me to?" Jeongin asks.

Chan nods his head. "Yeah, you'll be my good luck charm." Jeongin scoffed at him. "How so?" Jeongin asks. "Was Duri never yours?"

Chan nods his head. "Yep. Never was really. We've gone to the same school since elementary and I've always seen you at the middle school games."

Jeongin looks at him. "How'd you remember?" Jeongin asks. "Couldn't forget a cute face," Chan says pinching Jeongin's cheek, the younger blushing more.