She is a living canvas.

Jongin paints her the color of lilacs he picked from the backyard and tint it with the color of the blue sky that he claimed was the limit of their love.

Boundless. 

And so were his brushes. 

It used to be light brushes on the skin. Bashful touch on the lips, innocent bodies conjoined, and sweet young love proclaimed. He then grew inspired with time. Vicious brushes fueled by anger and ego, only to be met with a canvas that was her body. 

When people ask her about it, she tells them it is love, and wears it like a birthmark. 

Leave a comment telling me what you think this is about because my brother didn't get it lol.