The snow had completely melted and the grass was as green as ever, the birds sang harmoniously as if themselves they were happy.

Perhaps birds could also feel happiness. Seungyoon opened the store's windows and started to nervously go up and down the store,

double checking everything. He even surpsringly woke up early that morning.  

Seungyoon had never done such a thing as being a model and he was more than certain that it would be a catastrophe. He scrolled

through some fashion blogs clumsily to see if he could mimic their pose but they were all embarrassing to him.

Jinwoo popped up smirking to Seungyoon's troubling agitation.

“I'll let you have some fun then” he said waving and putting his hat on his head to leave. “also you should go back home soon….you

can't stay there forever right?” he said.

Seungyoon sighted  “ I don't have a home to go to anymore…”. Jinwoo looked at him from his kind eyes “Well stay as long as you need

it Yoon-ah”. Seungyoon

hadn't gone back to the shelter in weeks and Jinwoo was more than understanding of the situation, even getting him new clothes and

letting him eat at his table

in his home. He knew the man was worried for him and had offer him to even stay in his apartment but Seungyoon felt more at ease

staying with the flowers,

Jinwoo had already done enough allowing him to stay here.

Mino could only stare speechless at Seungyoon's , having to swallow his saliva a couple of times. His back had a cold and

creamy paleness to it just like an ice latte. He had thoughts of wanting to trace his fingers through his shoulders, connecting the dots

on the younger’s neck and

walking his hands down his back, just to see what more of the flesh he could see..

Maybe it was a bad idea afterall.

“You need to pull your shirt up” Mino said mixing his paint, eyes still on Seungyoon. Seungyoon rapidly pulled his ridiculously wide white shirt feeling his ears

reddening. Looking like a fresh pale petal of peony after the rain. “You are a creep! Stop staring” he said softly but nervously. Mino

thought that his voice sounded inviting as if saying ‘stare more’ but these were only feeble imagination from Mino’s mind.  

The wind that blew across the window made Seungyoon even more beautiful to look at as Mino smiled blindly at the younger

exasperatedly trying to fix his hair.

The wind made even the flowers that were their spectators silently clap as the petals touched one another.

“there is something I need to see” Mino said standing up abruptly after spending minutes looking from his canvas to a fidgeting

Seungyoon seated on a chair.

“What” Seungyoon said a bit too harshly and immediately regretted his tone of voice.

“Your eyes” Mino said already used to Seungyoon's little quirks and mood changes.

Seungyoon absolutely hated how fair his skin was and was afraid that Mino could see him blush under his skin as Mino only stared at

his eyes in fascination. He didn't even knew how he handled being already so close to his face. A moment of surprised flashed across

Mino's face for a brief second as he could have believed he had looked at those deep eyes that could anyone in many times

before. Eyes that spoke by themselves.

“What is it?” Seungyoon asked.

“N...nothing I just thought of something funny” he simply said. He hesitated a moment before saying “actually can I ...touch you? It's

for the sake of the painting…”

Seungyoon’s expression changed enough for Mino to see not only his usual irritability but also ...perhaps a faint melanch