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Baekhyun loved looking out of his bay window, he loved looking at the small scenery that made up his small neighborhood. He especially loved when it was 5:35 pm, when the sky began to mesh in the beautiful ombre of orange, yellow, and red, and when the charcoal haired boy next door would come outside and sit in his same green plastic lawn chair, set up a easel and blank canvas, and look up at him too, despite Baekhyun's little knowledge, Painting what he liked to call: Art.

Baeksoo short story.

Short chapters intended.