"I don't know." Minjun frowned, not sure how honest his answer should be. Finally he settled on a partial truth. "Your art gets to me. I look at it and I feel things and I never feel like it's enough. Like you said. As if I should do something to complete it. Cut myself and bleed out, just so you have something to complete it with."

All right, maybe he had gone too far already. He let out a laugh, shaking his head. Always too intense. Sangwoo would mock him over that. He turned so he could look at Gyungho. "You look just as I thought you would, you know?"