"Deal. Come on." He kissed the top of Minjun's head and led him along to his canvas. A chaotic mess of colours, paint and a boy in the middle that was clearly Minjun. The colours were rainbows, it was hard to miss what his feelings were about. As Gyungho studied it, he dropped his pants. "It didn't come out as I wanted but it's what I was feeling at the time. I wanted to paint you but I wouldn't capture what made you into you."

Minjun was so rare, so unique, how could he be replicated? Wasn't possible. Dropping his boxers, he turned to Minjun. "Where'd you wanna doodle?"