It was beautiful, a magical scene of some impossibly coloured flowers hidden within winding and twisting trees, coloured almost blue against a purple and orange, starry, night sky. I was drawn to the scene yet confused at the same time and couldn't help but feel intrigued by this gorgeous world that someone has managed to imagine.

I tilted my head unconsciously while studying the painting until I was drawn out of my daze by a deep, unfamiliar voice.

“Do you like it?”

I turned suddenly, my heartbeat quickening instantly with shock. I saw a smiling boy, wiping his hands with a paint splattered cloth. His tattered looking graphic t-shirt and, once, black skinny jeans were sporting the same coloured paint as was smeared on his face.

“It’s weird right?” He let out a nervous laugh, “I like to paint this place, it’s a good place to escape to, you know?”

I did know. Painting could help me get absorbed into imagination for a period of time and I had grown addicted to the sensation. It seems this boy had too. 

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“Can I draw you?” He asked while he propped his book on his knee and reached over to get a pencil.

I frowned, “me?”

Jongin smiled, “Yeah, you.” He laughed softly. “What? Never been drawn before? Not even a self-portrait?”

I shook my head, “I’m… not that special.” I shrugged and reached over for my own pencil.

“I beg to differ,” he simply said.

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I shrugged, “I just thought it was-“

“Beautiful.” He finished, “That’s what you said when you saw it.”

We shared a moment of silent eye contact, “Ok, so I thought your weirdo painting was pretty, what are you getting at?”

“I’m saying people see things in different ways. What you might find beautiful I might find uninteresting and what you find average I might find,” there was a pause as he searched for the right word. “Extraordinary.”