WATERCOLOR || Remake

Crazed

Why has he been on Jisung's mind for the last few days? He's been going stir-crazy just thinking about Changbin. Changbin was in his art class, sat by the same window with the same canvas, and would seemingly do the same thing and stare outside the window for the entirety of the period. Jisung knew exactly who Changbin was, he wasn't oblivious to his surroundings. It was quite the opposite. He know he was the V.I.P Basketball star, who was exceptionally good-looking to add to it. He also happened to be friends with his cousin. That still didn't explain why Jisung would crack instantly and would open up like a beaver dam about his past. He couldn't figure out why? God, how could he have been so stupid? He wanted to metaphorically slap his hand against his forehead, but he smacked his head off of the kitchen table accidently.

"Jisung? Why are you beating yourself again?" Ms. Young, known as Casey to him, spoke, ruffling his hair. He pulled his head off the table, a red mark very much noticable. How perfect was that timing to walk in while he was in his own world.

"What? No, I'm not..." he lied as he took a spoonful of cereal. He knew Ms. Young had good intentions, getting him involved with someone well-known, but was he ready to open up to that number one student in the school? Changbin wasn't like any other student, no– he is the captain of his basketball team, his father was the sponsor for the team to even do what they were doing. Changbin only knows some of the younger backgrounds purely because he was stupid and let his emotions run free last night.

'Let me be the ears and your voice, Jisung...' Jisung's face flushed with red hues as they gazed into each other eyes. Why is it different when he was with him? Changbin even gave him his cell number; God, how stupid he could be was a constant thought in his mind.

"Earth to Sung? Are you alright love? You're face is burning? Do you have a fever?" Casey went to place a hand on his forehead, though he flinched away coughing on his food.

"I- no. I'm fine, I promise!" Hile stuttered, even more embarassed. Casey looked at him with concern, thought she didn't further push, instead just weakly smiled and turned to pour her daily dose of coffee.

He finished eating quickly and ran back upstairs to grab his belongings so he could get to school early. He received a message from Changbin that he would be there by 7:30 to work on the mural. They would do the sketching part because he couldn't go up on ladders right now. For something that should be his final, Jisung was doing the majority of the work. But art is also his escape haven; it calms him, so he doesn't mind.

Jisung let his mind wander as he continued his way to school, headphones on, ignoring the rest of the world as the people all went on with their day.

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Hey Jisung!" Changbin happily chirped as he approached the shared area. It was empty: two to five students and four teachers.

"Hi..." Jisung lowly mumbled as he made his way down the ladder. Half of the mural was showing, but from below, you could hardly see the pencil marks.

"So, I was thinking watercolors for the mural... Thoughts?" Changbin asked, and Jisung stood in shocked, like a deer caught in the headlights of a vehicle. His eyes widened. Did he at all consider his comment last night?

'Know why I love watercolor? Cause it masks the tears.' How could he spill out something profound like that?

"Why?" Jisung asked in a low, his angry voice started showing. Jisung wasn't one to get angry, yet using his weakness against him, that wasn't something he expected. It was a low blow.

"What do you mean why?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Why watercolor? Are you holding this over me now because of yesterday? I refuse to use it."? Jisung snapped.