#vngexnce

Sure, expression wasn’t one of his strong suits when it came to his voice or tone of voice but his actions could be read a lot louder. He had disregarded the paintbrush given to him earlier and had slabbed on colors of black and blue with hits of red hiding in small crevices. He had been fighting with his sister again about going to medical school. He outright refused due to the fact that he didn’t want their parents going into more debt than they already were with her bills. He knew she wanted more for him instead of just being an employee at a 7/11 but, quite frankly, he didn’t mind and he enjoyed it. Even so, the conversation always leaves him feeling quite hurt which was only expressed in the colors on the canvas. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it and he hadn’t told Junsu anything at all. It was just a pleasant afternoon with a quiet painting session. He blinked as if coming out of a dream and turned his head to look at his friend with paint all over his hands and somehow on his cheek. “Yeah.” What more could he say to it. Looking back at the picture, he inspected it with a growing pain in his chest and left it as it was. His arms fell to his sides and turned back to see what the other had made. “I’ll auction yours off.”