"Minho... is that you?" Jonghyun turned his head to Jinki, who bit his lip.

The painter looked nervous. He actually was. Who wouldn’t be nervous when someone…  he felt something different… Yes, Jonghyun could feel other’s aura. It wasn’t Minho’s… no, he was sure that this aura didn’t belong to his friend.

"It's me... Lee Jinki... we met at the event..." Jinki breathed out and rubbed his nape.

Jonghyun bit his lip and lowered his head. Jonghyun recognized that voice, he saw in his mind some figures how can young man next to him look alike… But he didn’t have a proper face for him. No, he couldn’t imagine him so good, though… only some of his features. Minho told him something and Jjong…

"Oh... somehow... I didn‘t... watch out... a lot of thoughts took me into dreamland..." he smiled but didn‘t sound convincingly twice.

"You know... I... I'm not the kind of guy who would laugh at you..." Jinki whispered and looked at the blonde who sighed.

He couldn’t safe himself from this situation. He had to believe this man. He wanted to believe him, Jjong’s heart was beating fast. Like it was on some type of race. Then Hyun took off his sunglasses and looked up at the blond-haired man, though he couldn’t see him. His eyesight was so bad, he didn’t even see something else. Only blue, only dark.

Jinki looked into the eyes, which were glossy, gently blue-brown. Only now Jinki noticed a few scars. The blond-haired man gasped, taking the painter's hands into his own. It surprised him so much, but he couldn’t laugh at the young man. How he even could do it? Jonghyun was glad that the man next to him didn’t use some swearing words. Curses could be also on the place… but no, Jinki was kind man, he could feel it.

"You are the only person who wouldn‘t do it..." he smiled sadly. "No... there is so less people who wouldn't do it..." he breathed and lowered his eyes again.

Jonghyun didn’t want to look at him more, not with these eyes which aren’t good. He thought that his eyes are a very disgusting thing. But Jinki thought the opposite.

"It's not only me," Jinki blinked.

"I'm a blind painter... they would laugh at me... I could be accused… they can blame me that I used someone’s work and not mine… I… You have such a special aura... I feel from you... I can trust you though... It's something unknown to me... I'm very confused by these new emotions and feelings," Jonghyun whispered.

"If they saw you how you are working, they would change their minds... but I'm sure, I know that's all your works... you know how to talk about them... I admire you..." Jinki smiled.

He wasn’t a liar. Now he more admired the blond young man when he had learned the truth about him. And what for more, Jinki knew about one painter who was blind also and was well-known in America. But American’s and Korean’s cultures are two different things. Hyun wanted to answer, but a shadow passed over both young men.

"Hyunnie..." a tall young man gasped, looking slightly annoyed at Jinki, looking down at their hands which were together.

"It's okay, Minho..." Hyun smiled and looked up when he carefully put his glasses back but turned his head to Jinki.

"Can you please go with us? I... I owe you an explanation..." he smiled.

"Jongie, you don‘t have to explain anything... everyone should look at their own business..." Minho carried the weight from his right leg to his left leg.

Jonghyun sighed. He loved Minho for his protection. Minho protected him every day, but he knew that Jinki won’t do anything bad.

"I'm sorry about Minho’s behavior, he's pretty protective about me," Jjong smiled at Jinki, but he got up carefully.

"Uhm... no... I'm sorry... I shouldn‘t have walked around... I didn‘t mean to put you in more nervousness and so..." Jinki blinked his eyes and dropped his hands from Hyun‘s, but Hyunnie grasped his hands again.

"But somebody has to take me home, lead me, Minho is full of hands and I don‘t want to hang on him," Jjong smiled and Jinki felt butterflies in his belly.

These butterflies weren’t there just because of Jjong’s paintings, but also from the painter’s kind heart, very warm heart.

"Well... but I don‘t want to be such an arrogant... I'm Lee Jinki," Jinki breathed out.

"Kim Jonghyun and my best friend Choi Minho," the painter smiled.

"Minho doesn‘t speak much," he added, laughing.

"Hyung," Minho exhaled but shook his head with a smile.

"No, don’t call me hyung when it's true!" Jjong laughed.

"I am very pleased..." Jinki smiled.

"And what do you do? I mean your job," Hyun smiled, as the three of them walked down the street.

"I'm the manager of a company that produces all Samsung devices," Jinki smiled and nodded.

"Wow, so good!" Hyun grinned and a smile was playing on his face.

"Hyunnie is a little too energetic, isn’t he?" Minko winked as he noticed Jinki's startled look.

"Minho! I'm energetic all the time!" Hyun grinned, nodding his head.

"It's amazing that you're enjoying life, Jonghyun-sshi," Jinki smiled, when Jjong looked at him, of course, because of his voice.

"Can we be informal, please?" The blonde smiled.

"I would... love it..." Jinki smiled enthusiastically when Jonghyun gripped his hand and exhaled.

"I hope you don‘t hurry to go home and will stay at least for dinner, Jinki-sshi," Hyun said in his formal voice.

"Didn’t you say that you want to be informal? No one's waiting for me at home," Jinki smiled.

"Uh... yeah... you see..." Hyun giggled, nodding when Minho looked at them and smiled slightly.

He glanced at Jinki who blinked in surprise.

"I'll be glad when the two of us are going to be informal also..." Jinki smiled.

"I like that too... I'm sure we aren’t together for the last time," Minho said when Hyun was slightly blushing and Jinki looked at them, but he smiled.

Minho was really pleased. Jinki was so nice and Hyun was feeling freer and maybe… Jinki was now like new eyes for him.

"Of course not ..." Jinki smiled.

The trio walked down the street and soon they stopped by the gate of a beautiful house. Jonghyun reached into his pockets and handed keys to Jinki.

"It's all black, can you please unlock the gate?" He smiled lightly.

"Yes," Jinki smiled, suppressing the nod, realizing that Jjong wouldn‘t have seen him.

He took the keys and with the black one, he unlocked the gate, opened it and passed along with Hyun when Minho immediately followed them and locked the gate from inside.

"Which key is for the front door?" Jinki asked with a smile.

"That orange... and beware, maybe Scara will be there... I don‘t know where she is," Hyun smiled.

"Do you have a dog?