Chapter 7( Paint Paint and more Paint)
The Artistic Punk
Eunhyuk groaned as his classroom erupted in chatter: The professor had been missing for ten minutes and this professor was always on time. The students had divided into groups all around the classroom, while Eunhyuk sat in his forever-claimed-seat in the corner, with the red-bead-bracelet in hand. Eunhyuk held the bracelet from the left over string, and swung it back and forth between his eyes.
“ It might just look better like this.” Eunhyuk sighed pushing the bracelet around his hand and onto his wrist, jingling it a bit when it settled.
It was about four minutes of Eunhyuk guiltily staring at the bracelet when the professor walked in, apologizing to the class. Eunhyuk though, did not stand up and greet him like the rest of the class, but stayed hypnotized on the bracelet. ‘I should apologize’ He thought. ‘ but I haven’t been able to find him for the past two days.’.
Eunhyuk groaned once again, that day, and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, supporting himself up with his elbow. Glancing at the clock, Eunhyuk realized he had fifty more minutes of the lecture to sit through before he could even get up to search for the boy. He returned his attention the bored, memorizing everything on the bored in the split second, not understanding the purpose for it, but he knew the teacher was going to use the exact information and questions on the upcoming test. Only thirty minutes had passed, and Eunhyuk noted about half the class was already half asleep, if not already.
“ I have to take my wife out for her anniversary this evening, and I have yet to make any extraordinary plans, so I will be cutting class short today.” The Professor announced. There was a chorus of cheers, when the Professor’s book was shut closed, and he had turned his back to the class to clean up the chalk board.
“Finally.” Eunhyuk groaned, getting up and walking down the aisle to the front of the classroom where the door was.
“ Uh, Mr. Lee, can I talk to you for a moment.”
Eunhyuk nodded awkwardly, before diverting his attention to the teacher.
“ I heard you got a scholarship here?” Eunhyuk only nodded. “ Thought so, you usually get A’s on all my tests. “
“ Then what is the problem?”
“ You don’t seem to be, well, understanding the work. This is a big accusation, and I am aware that I could be wrong, but I’d like to ask Mr. Lee, are you cheating? If you are, and tell me now, I can pretend I never knew, as long as you promise not to do it anymore.”
Eunhyuk’s eyes widened. “ Why in the whole fricken world would I cheat?! Are you serious?”
The professor gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. “ It was just an accusation, but don’t be shocked if other teachers ask you this. A lot of students, with scholarships feel pressured and cheat on the tests to make sure they keep it. Your grades just seem to perfect.”
“ Of course they are.” Eunhyuk muttered only to himself. “ Not everyone cheats though! I could just be a diligent student. That shouldn’t be any reason to accuse me of this.”
The professor placed a hand on Eunhyuk’s shoulder, and Eunhyuk held back the urge to shove it off: His teacher had muddy shoes on, meaning his hands could be just as dirty too. “ I understand, but it seems you only understand what I assign that day, you don’t know how to use the equations.”
“ I’m fine. I got another lecture in ten minutes, so if you’d excuse me.” Eunhyuk lied and stepped back causing the professor’s hand to drop. He was actually going on the hunt for Donghae.
“ Of course. Have fun in your next lecture.”
“ Good luck with your anniversary.”
“ Yeah, I’ll need it.”
Eunhyuk chuckled, only to humor his teacher, and headed out of the classroom. Right as he turned the corner, he was faced with a crowded hallway. Right next to his math classroom, was apparently where the history majors were holding their presentations. Eunhyuk sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before quickly shaking any contents off of his hand: You can never to be sure right?
Suddenly a young boy with straight black hair came running out of the classroom, hands full of books. Eunhyuk reached out and called for his attention. The boy turned around, dropping the books before shrugging and walking over to Eunhyuk.
“ Hi. You are?” The boy asked.
“ Lee Eunhyuk-”
“ OH! The brainiac! Everyone’s been talking about you. A big hot-shot or something. What are you doing here?”
“ Do you know Lee Dong-”
“ Hae? Donghae? You guys have the same last name… you two related?” Yesung asked, as his finger slid across his bottom lip as he thought.
“ No. Just have you seen him.” Eunhyuk sighed. Yesung nodded and went to pick up his books. “ Can you tell me where he is?”
“ Everyone has seen him. He’s usually working in the art room until late… I could have a friend show you where he is.”
“ No thanks.” Eunhyuk sighed, then raised an eyebrow as he watched the new-boy walk to the window-sill where a turtle was walking along. The boy smiled and moved his hand to pet the shell.
Eunhyuk rolled his eyes and walked away. The whole college was filled with freaks, and ‘original-being’s, there was no chance he’d be shocked over a turtle being pet on a windowsill. Then again, it was turtle; not a cat.
As Eunhyuk made his way down the art-hallway, he once again admired the pictures on the clean walls. There were a few new pictures, replacing others. Eunhyuk secretly thanked the art-directors because the pictures replaced, were gory and disturbing to say the least. He hadn’t understood why the directors had given acceptance to place it on the main wall. The only reason would be because of how well it was created, but even that could be argued. A couple of stools had been placed in between sets of pictures: Clay pots, head statues, and objects which could not be described with any word but abstract. Eunhyuk though, appreciated abstract as much as he appreciated the works of known beings.
He had just finished admiring an abstract statue when he heard something crash behind him. Eunhyuk swung around, unconsciously dusting off potential dirt on his clothes. He smiled softly to himself though when he spotted Donghae’s back in the classroom. He silently walked in, taking in the scene. Donghae had his hands rustling his hair impatiently, with a multi-colorful palette beside his foot, a few paint had splattered around him. Eunhyuk walked up beside Donghae, to see a rose, with a huge, thick, obviously-misplaced, line going off of the page.
“ Donghae?” Eunhyuk asked. The said boy jumped and spun around, his foot slipping on the palette in the process. As the boy fell, Eunhyuk reached out and grabbed the artist’s wrist, saving him from the fall. Donghae stumbled and quickly pulled his wrist out from Eunhyuk’s grip. Eunhyuk glanced at his hand, and noticed a smear of red paint. His body quickly tensed, and his hand softly twitched. Eunhyuk tried to ignore it as his attention moved to Donghae.
“ H-Hey.” Eunhyuk stuttered.
“ EUNHYUK! I thought you were the teacher.” Donghae gasped, as he bent down to pick up the palette. Donghae’s eyes quickly widened and he turned back to Eunhyuk.
“ What are you doing here?!” Donghae asked. Eunhyuk chuckled and shrugged.
“ I wanted to talk to you.”
“ About?”
“ I wanted to apologize.” Eunhyuk announced as he attempted to shake off the paint on his hands, behind his back.
Something seemed to spark in Donghae’s mind, as the two quickly lost eye contact. “ Really?” The artist asked as he placed his palette in the sink, followed by the paint brushes he was using. As he did this he missed Eunhyuk’s quick nod in response.
“ Yes.” Eunhyuk replied, once he realized Donghae’s back wasn’t going to see the gesture.
“ Then can you do it some other time. I got to go to work.” Donghae lied, as he placed his wet - from the paint- art-pad onto a near by counter. The artist had actually taken the week off so he could come after school and work on his final project, which hasn’t even shown enough progress for Donghae.
“ But Donghae-”
“ Later Eunhyuk.” Donghae mumbled. The boy scurried out of the art room, with little to no idea why he forced his escape any ways.
Eunhyuk sighed and shuffled out of the doorway. Once his foot had tapped the hallway’s floors, he turned around and dived for the closest sink. His painted hand was back to being clean, pale skin n a matter of seconds. Once that was taken care of, Eunhyuk strolled out of the classroom, feeling only a tad bit better compared to when he was talking with Donghae.
A couple of hours passed before Eunhyuk found himself flat, down on his mattress, hearing words in a foreign language screaming at one another in the background. Kyuhyun had just ordered a game from Japan, and had been trying to understand what they were saying for about a half hour.
“ What’s with you hyung?” Kyuhyun asked as he glared at the unreadable characters on his screen.
“ I insulted Donghae.”
“ Uh-huh. How?”
“ Okay, it wasn’t really an insult, he fixed my bracelet and I was pissed off so I yelled at him. I think he’s upset with me.”
“ Well that for you.” Kyuhyun grumbled. Eunhyuk sat up and chucked one of his pillows at Kyuhyun before laying back down. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes, but continued to move his thumb across the joy-stick.
“ Hyuuung. You pissed someone off, woopty doo. I do that all the time. Besides you just met the boy what’s so important.”
“ I don’t know. It’s not like I make a career out of pissing people off, I’m not used to it. Unlike somebody.”
“ Can’t deny it.” Kyuhyun smirked. Eunhyuk sighed and smothered his face into his pillow, before quickly moving it back to where it was, and laying still.
“ Of course you can’t.” Eunhyuk responded. Kyuhyun chuckled and paused his game. A few seconds later Eunhyuk felt the bed dip.
“ I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.” Kyuhyun announced as he curled up under the sheets.
“ WHAT?! NO! You haven’t even taken a shower! OR CHANGED YOUR CLOTHES! ARE YOU WEARING SNEAKERS?!” Eunhyuk exclaimed. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and curled up in the blankets.
“ Just for tonight Eunhyuk. Pweeeease.” Kyuhyun pleaded, looking straight into the eyes of the elder. Eunhyuk groaned and batted his head into the mattress, before giving a grunt of approval. Kyuhyun grinned widely, and gently kicked off the sneakers he was wearing, onto the floor.
The following day, Eunhyuk found himself at the entrance of the school extra early. It wasn’t unusual for Eunhyuk to be at the school at ungodly hours, but the time was even early for him. Eunhyuk sighed and dragged his exhausted body to building-A. The genius was going to take the elevator, when he spotted a light on in one of the art-studios. Eunhyuk glanced around before walking towards it. He glanced inside only to see Donghae, standing on a stool, with a bucket of paint in one hand a paint brush in the other.
In front of the artist was a huge, square, canvas, probably twice the height of him. On the canvas was a scene of again a phoenix, much like the picture Eunhyuk had seen the artist painting before hand. The difference though, it was larger, and there wasn’t as many colors added yet.
Silently, Eunhyuk opened the door and stepped into the room. He walked up behind the artist, and admired the painting before making his presense know.
“ Excuse me? Donghae?” Eunhyuk asked, and the last thing he expected was to be reaching his arms out to catch a flailing Donghae, while a bucket of paint poured it’s containments over him.
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I am so sorry for such a late update. I know you are probably all furious at me. And I COMPLETLY APOLOGIZE ( I spelled that wrong but oh well.)
I tried to work on it, everyday, I swear, but nothing came, and then homework, and clubs and activities. And I hate to make excuses, so atleast you know I'm not lying xD
I tried to work on it, everyday, I swear, but nothing came, and then homework, and clubs and activities. And I hate to make excuses, so atleast you know I'm not lying xD
I hope you enjoyed the chapter though, it was a wee bit rushed ;)
ENJOY!
ENJOY!
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