“Are you real?” Jiyong asks. 

“Am I?” The boy grins, and dimples create hollows in his cheeks. 

“You’re a painting.” Jiyong states, matter-of-fact, as if that explained anything.

“I’m a painting,” The boy echoes, still grinning, and Jiyong feels a mild throbbing in his temples. 

The Obnoxious Prince (T.O.P) by unembraced-fic

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*this fic was/is brilliant!