"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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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.