They say your eyes are like an incomplete canvas. Something unpredictable yet beautifully fascinating. And when your eyes meet the right pair, you’ll see art happening. Baekhyun thought that his part of the art was beyond recover, and Chanyeol just didn’t want to think him that way. With splotches of greys from past, they try to paint each other in the colour of present.

I am trapped. I am trapped but there are no walls, there are no fences, there are no grills. But still, I feel like I am trapped. I am bombarded by this feeling that I am being compressed into a tiny cube as the walls around me continuously shrinks and I am stuck in the middle. But there is no wall. It is just me. It is just my feelings.  Why? It is because of you.  Technically not you, just your memories. It is your memories that trapped me inside a wall that is full

jinhwan doesn't like talking. hanbin is okay with that. (he's okay with everything)

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A sequel to my first story; 'Her eyes...' http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/319926   It may take a while for me to start posting, as I'll have to write a few chapters in advance so I can update even if I haven't written  a new chapter. (This story is based on Lay, but every now and then there will be little parts about you and EXO/ENDO.   One month has passed since L