"Yeah? Where do you get your inspiration? Just anywhere?" Minjun looked at Gyungho and then, because he was being bold, because he really was, in the end, he moved in close against him, sliding an arm around his waist. He liked how it felt to be close to him like that. It felt like he belonged, in such a sudden and complete way, it almost felt like a shock. Minjun wasn't used to feeling like he belonged anywhere. "I like music. I like art too, but I'm not as good as you. I just colour my walls when the mood strikes. My place is colourful."