#infinitycollapsed

His eyes are focused on the other male’s work, completely mesmerized by his ability to use paint on a canvas so well like that, it was fascinating for Iris. He was the type of guy that prefers the paper, color pencils and markers, not a brush and paint, but sometimes he’d give it a try with watercolor. But he’d never get the results he wants. “Ah, please, hyung! That’d be really nice of you, I always struggle to use paint and brushes... Your strokes are so precise, how do you do that?” The younger male asks with curiosity in his eyes, taking a few steps closer to the other so he can watch what he does closely, willing to take every information he receives.

“For the last time, would you calm down? You’re freaking me out, and I’m the one that did it.” There was no doubt the other was worried, but Chenle insisted that he was fine. There was blood soaked into the boys shirt, the crimson liquid had splattered among the boys cheek and even some had managed to get in his hair. It tinted his usual lilac locks a darker violet. He wreaked of metallic, as if someone had thrown a bag of pennies into the room. Chenle had some business between a dealer who owed his sister some money, though he didn’t want it to come down to a fight, it happened; the guy pulled out a gun and what was the boy to do? His only reaction was to attack the other before they pulled the trigger. Chenle took a purple tinted karambit to the dealers chest, abdomen.. and managed to get away with only a flesh wound of a bullet that grazed his left thigh. “It’s not my blood, okay? It’s his.” Sweat ran down in beads on the teens skin, as he leaned up against the others bathroom sink; he was truly grateful they opened up their door to him. He would have went home but of course, that was quite a long run and his leg ached like a bitch.