Changmin always knew he was going to die young.

On the rare ocassions did he openly express this upon be asked... never, has he been let go without without a passage from the Bible or a call to the physcologist.

Changmin knows he isn't crazy or depressed, or sick.

Death is a natural process; you come and you go, like a wayfarer by a motel.

So in the meantime of living, Changmin's going to put all he's got into what he knew he became earthed for:

Creating meaning on a canvas.

Changmin sees art everywhere in his life; the professors hold him as no less than gifted.

He's also been identified as an 'artistic genius' by Kim Joo Hee, a student from the Anthropology department of the unniversity. 

She wants to gather up a group of 'gifted' and 'talented' from all over the city for her study.

Meetings and interviews between the two develop into a deeper relationship as Changmin stresses that his time is coming to an end and Joo Hee struggles to keep up with his persistant death prediction and to understand the 'genius' individuals that she finds.  

To live a short glorious life or to live a long average life?

Achilles the heroic was given the choice to his destiny once upon a time in the days of Troy...

The year is 1998, the place is Seoul Unniversity.

History will be made.

For the project, the first questions she asks of him is,

"Shim Changmin, you know a lot of gifted people... wither, prematurely. What do you think, old Wive's tale or have we got ourselves a real pattern?"

He steps away from the easel and puts the palette down. She stops resting on her elbows and sits straight up, gripping her knees.

He faces her and dabs a spinach green blob on her nose, then laughs at what he created.

She blinks for a second, but was quickly on her feet, pushing him hard on the shoulder.

"Ya! What was that for!" She flusters around for a towel before he throws his apron at her, still shaking as he laughs by himself.

After she had wiped her face, he pulled his stool over and smiled at her.

"Why do you live to study death, Kim Joo Hee?"

She scowled openly and sarcastically retorted, "It's not like that, and don't you fancy finding and making meaning of life, and death, Sir Genius?"

"I don't know, I'm not a genius anyway, whatever you tie around my ankle." He sighed. "But I am "withering" young, for your report."

Joo Hee stared at him, wide eyed, then blinked and turned away. "Pshh, you're no physic."

"A dying man knows his days," he said finally and got back to his oil canvas.

She looked at his back and said hesitantly, "Are you sick?"

"Nope."

She jumped onto her feet. "Well then what is it? How can you be so sure without suicide?"

He laughed. "If I was cruel I would say that if I died tomorrow it would be your fault, Kim Joo Hee."

She scoffed. "However you end, it has nothing to do with me."

Changmin turned around and lifted an eyebrow, to which she rolled her eyes and grabbed her handbag.

"So much for an interview, Genius. I'm going."

"Thank God," he breathed loud enough for her ears to hear.

"Cafe opposite library tomorrow, Scope; be there." He saw her manicured fingers waving from the door.

He chuckled.

Hello!!!!

Philo back with another fic :D (after completing 0 so far... *facepalm*)

I am currently, at school, researching... geniuses (yea this idea wasnt totally random at all harhar)

This is my only fic so far that I have really liked since the first idea, so i hope its turns out okay ><

This is going to be an extremely hard thing to write as well, since i imagine it will be psychological and mature and sosphisticated, all of which i am none of ._.

so yesh, lets write another retarded-fic by a retarded author!!! *chamgpagne*

(ps Changmin being an artist and unniversity setting was inspired by Love Rain :) i've only seen one or two ep but I like the feeling)

And everyone that knows me (ie no one :p) knows that as much as i diss Kyu, i will never be over him, so yeah, he's gonna be in it as well... Yeah ill shut up now.