"I'm treating. You are so lucky you know me, aren't you?" And there was no need to actually tell Gyungho what he did spend his money on. Sharing with Sangwoo, of course. Helping out others. And so many preparations he was making. He had plans. But right now, he was walking next to Gyungho and as relaxed as he seemed, his heart was beating fast. "I'll even spring for you to get mustard too. So, you know. Luxury."
He headed for the exit, holding the door open for Gyungho.
"You're such a romantic." Gyungho mock swooned and grabbed his chest, grinning at Minjun. His chest did get tight around Minjun, his heart raced a lot too. He knew by now that something was up, he just didn't know how to approach it. The reality was hard to accept... but he had a funny feeling they were soulmates. And he hated it.
"Gonna get me a drink too or are condiments where you draw that line?"
"You'll never date a guy like me again, that's for sure." Minjun smirked, then thought about it. We'll see about a drink. Only if you say pretty please and if I get enough change." True luxury date.
He looked around, then waved to Sangwoo. "Oy, Sangwoo! Come here, meet Gyungho. He's a very respectable artist, but he's fine being seen with us."
"Seems dumb. Hey." Sangwoo bowed and Gyungho replicated it, smiling as friendly as he could at this dude. He was rough looking, kind of scary in some ways but Gyungho pushed that assumption aside.
"Hey. So. Hotdogs?" He was hoping he haggle himself a free drink out of this. "What are you two doing in my neck of the woods, anyway? Can't keep away from the art either ooooor?"
"I have a lot of appreciation," Minjun said it while looking at Gyungho and then, because he could, he reached out and swiped his thumb across his lips. This time they weren't smeared with black. Would they be smeared with blood one day? He had to wonder. "Appreciation for art, I mean."
Or, mainly, the artist. "Besides, Sangwoo swears there's a really good hot dog stand not far from here and he is always right about cheap food."
"I bet you do." Minjun was a wild one. Gyungho had to fight not to blush, making a little bit of space between them. It was hard to flirt when another guy was around, he just struggled with it. He was better at not being openly gay, it was just something he was trying to adapt to being comfortable with. It was cool to be bi in the art world, easy to talk about, harder to do.
"It's round that corner." Sangwoo pointed ahead and took the lead, leaving the lovebirds to flirt or whatever.
"So, erm..." He looked at Minjun and then smiled awkwardly. "I like your hair today. It's pretty cool."
Minjun laughed, hands in his pockets - ever so innocently - as he followed behind Sangwoo, walking next to Gyungho. "Yeah? I'm glad you appreciate it, because I was styling it for, I don't know, two minutes and Sangwoo lost his cool."
All right, so maybe it had been closer to twenty minutes than two, but still. "I like your face always." He felt he should know. "And your suit. Every time I see you in a suit, I want to sprinkle it with paint all over. I feel it'd match your inside more then."
"Two fucking minutes. As if." Sangwoo muttered. He waited for twenty minutes as Minjun did the same fucking thing every second. Just a flick and a ruffle. Worst. This is why he shaved his hair, none of this bullshit needed.
"If it helps, a lot of my suits are paint splattered to hell. Drives my eomma crazy when she sees it." Cause usually she paid for his suits so no wonder. He laughed and adjusted his tie. He had a black and pink look going - he liked, at least. "Glad you like my face. Yours is pretty cool too."
"Pretty cool, huh? Damn it, I knew I should have done more make-up." Minjun was entertained. There was something fun about Gyungho, something he knew well from dreams. He was bold and different, but he had a strange coyness about it. Minjun had never been coy, perhaps that was why he found it to be so endearing. "How is selling your art going? Does anyone want the one that looks like me?"
"Yeah, one guy did but he's creepy and I don't want my dream boy owned by a creepy dude who once tried to fondle me at a Christmas party. He's handsy so God knows what he'd do." Gyungho laughed and then reached out, putting an arm around Minjun. Cause he wanted to so he should. Ha, achievement unlocked - he did something flirty and gay.
As they stopped by a hotdog trust, Sangwoo ordered before them cause, well, he was hungry. "I did sell though. I sold off the melting rainbow."
"I like that one. But then, I like all of them. If I had money..." Minjun shrugged. "I'll just get you to my place some time, give you paint. Free art for my walls."
And he leaned against Gyungho and it made it very difficult to focus on anything. Damn it. Why did he smell so good? Why did he feel so right? He understood why Sangwoo's heart had started to glow. It seemed as if his wanted to as well. "If you sell the dream boy, you have to paint him again. You should keep one around."
"I would. I had inspiration last night, I saw him again. I'll try to do him justice this time, I'll hang it in my private collection." He smiled playfully at Minjun, wondering if his new friend had inspired his better image, his dream boy, but he didn't want to think too hard. As they got to the front, Gyungho got a hotdog and, cause he was lucky, a small coke. Hee!
He hung out by the standing tables, mostly watching as Sangwoo wolfed down one, holding two more... how on earth?
"Sangwoo's still a growing boy," Minjun explained to Gyungho, while taking a bite from his own hot dog, with not nearly as much vigour. Well, Sangwoo worked out a lot. Minjun was definitely more on the slender side, comparatively speaking. "Hey..."
He looked at Gyungho and he wondered. He just had to ask. "...what would you rather, me being there as you draw that picture or never seeing me again?" The options made more sense in his head, admittedly.
That was nuts. Was he being threatened or... what? He was mid-bite then he just stopped dead and looked at Minjun like he was crazy. Sangwoo also watched cause, well, this was pretty funny actually. He ate his hotdog and wondered if Minjun meant for that to sound as crazy as it actually did.
"Hey, usually when I offer people the chance to not have to deal with me any more, they are thrilled." Minjun downplayed his offer, then shrugged his shoulder. "Really, I just... I wonder if you could do it. If it would bother you? I don't want to distract you from your work, but I'd love to watch."
He had watched him so many times before, in dreams. The idea of being there in reality... "I know it's not easy, sharing something like this." Perhaps more intimate than anything else could be.
"If you want to watch me paint, you could have just asked me nicely. It would have been less weird but, uh, yeah. Sure. Come on by some time and I'll show you how I paint but it's kinda boring. I'd bring a book or something." It was mostly just him drawing lines, erasing them and redrawing them with annoyance and then staring into space to try and not lose his temper. He was a very ... angry artist? Nothing ever went right.
"You free next week? I'll give you my address and some book recs."
"I guess so." Minjun looked at Gyungho and then at his hot dog instead. Of course he could have just asked like that, but the truth of the matter was that what he really wanted to ask was whether Gyungho wanted life with him or without him and he had no idea how to offer him the choice without also revealing why he was asking. And if he revealed it, would Gyungho still have a choice? He didn't want to be his soulmate's doom.
"I'm free. But don't worry, I doubt I'd get bored watching you." He paused for a moment, then smirked. "You do paint naked, right?"
"No, not really but play your cards right and we'll see." With a laugh, Gyungho started back up on his hotdog. Sangwoo raised an eyebrow as he finished his second one, giving Minjun a pointed look. Well, that was basically conformation that he wanted to get laid - not bad, really. Not exactly revolutionary ready but definitely booty call ready.
Getting laid wasn't the goal here, Minjun tried to remind Sangwoo of that with a pointed look of his own and desperately tried to convey the same thing to his own hormones and also his heart, honestly, both hung up on the image of Gyungho painting nakedly. He almost missed the question, but then caught up to it and tilted his head to the side. "I was little. We were on a class trip in kindergarten and I... I 'got lost'."
"He was wandering around the factory side of the city. Not very interesting." Sangwoo grunted, amused by how dumb his friend had been. Young, eager and no idea where to go. "I found him and walked him back towards the trip... after we stopped off at the park for a few." They hung out, played sword fighting and swapped stories.
"That's cool. The factories?" Weren't they all in lower level areas? He didn't often see factories. "Sounds like you were lost somewhere dangerous."
"Hmm. I laugh in the face of danger." Minjun smirked now, shrugging his shoulders. "Honestly, I didn't think about it much, I just liked making a new friend. Then I continued to be a bad influence on him."
Honestly, in many ways, probably true. Any outsider might have felt as if Minjun was the one led astray by someone like Sangwoo, but Minjun knew better. He had led himself astray, Sangwoo just tagged along to keep him safe. It worked out for them.
"Huh. Well. I ain't judging. I can see it, you're a hell of a punk." Gyungho could see what a bad influence he was cause he was one of him too. "You're a wild one, dream boy."
Sangwoo smirked a little as he finished his last hotdog. "See, some people get it - you led me astray, you no good punk." Weirdly enough. Not that anyone else really ever brought that but, well, it was good to see that Minjun's soulmate saw right through him.
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He headed for the exit, holding the door open for Gyungho.
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"Gonna get me a drink too or are condiments where you draw that line?"
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He looked around, then waved to Sangwoo. "Oy, Sangwoo! Come here, meet Gyungho. He's a very respectable artist, but he's fine being seen with us."
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"Hey. So. Hotdogs?" He was hoping he haggle himself a free drink out of this. "What are you two doing in my neck of the woods, anyway? Can't keep away from the art either ooooor?"
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Or, mainly, the artist. "Besides, Sangwoo swears there's a really good hot dog stand not far from here and he is always right about cheap food."
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"It's round that corner." Sangwoo pointed ahead and took the lead, leaving the lovebirds to flirt or whatever.
"So, erm..." He looked at Minjun and then smiled awkwardly. "I like your hair today. It's pretty cool."
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All right, so maybe it had been closer to twenty minutes than two, but still. "I like your face always." He felt he should know. "And your suit. Every time I see you in a suit, I want to sprinkle it with paint all over. I feel it'd match your inside more then."
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"If it helps, a lot of my suits are paint splattered to hell. Drives my eomma crazy when she sees it." Cause usually she paid for his suits so no wonder. He laughed and adjusted his tie. He had a black and pink look going - he liked, at least. "Glad you like my face. Yours is pretty cool too."
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As they stopped by a hotdog trust, Sangwoo ordered before them cause, well, he was hungry. "I did sell though. I sold off the melting rainbow."
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And he leaned against Gyungho and it made it very difficult to focus on anything. Damn it. Why did he smell so good? Why did he feel so right? He understood why Sangwoo's heart had started to glow. It seemed as if his wanted to as well. "If you sell the dream boy, you have to paint him again. You should keep one around."
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He hung out by the standing tables, mostly watching as Sangwoo wolfed down one, holding two more... how on earth?
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He looked at Gyungho and he wondered. He just had to ask. "...what would you rather, me being there as you draw that picture or never seeing me again?" The options made more sense in his head, admittedly.
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That was nuts. Was he being threatened or... what? He was mid-bite then he just stopped dead and looked at Minjun like he was crazy. Sangwoo also watched cause, well, this was pretty funny actually. He ate his hotdog and wondered if Minjun meant for that to sound as crazy as it actually did.
"Erm... I mean I guess you being there."
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He had watched him so many times before, in dreams. The idea of being there in reality... "I know it's not easy, sharing something like this." Perhaps more intimate than anything else could be.
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"You free next week? I'll give you my address and some book recs."
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"I'm free. But don't worry, I doubt I'd get bored watching you." He paused for a moment, then smirked. "You do paint naked, right?"
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"So how do you and your friend know each other?"
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Well. "I ran off, I wanted to see more."
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"He was wandering around the factory side of the city. Not very interesting." Sangwoo grunted, amused by how dumb his friend had been. Young, eager and no idea where to go. "I found him and walked him back towards the trip... after we stopped off at the park for a few." They hung out, played sword fighting and swapped stories.
"That's cool. The factories?" Weren't they all in lower level areas? He didn't often see factories. "Sounds like you were lost somewhere dangerous."
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Honestly, in many ways, probably true. Any outsider might have felt as if Minjun was the one led astray by someone like Sangwoo, but Minjun knew better. He had led himself astray, Sangwoo just tagged along to keep him safe. It worked out for them.
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Sangwoo smirked a little as he finished his last hotdog. "See, some people get it - you led me astray, you no good punk." Weirdly enough. Not that anyone else really ever brought that but, well, it was good to see that Minjun's soulmate saw right through him.