Hi. My name is Amy and I have a thing for city lights and country sights. I would like to write about them, but I'm afraid no words could ever do them justice.
“Some people care too much. I think it's called love." –Winnie the PoohAbstract Affection - thisismylastlie
“It’s perfect,” he breathes, looking back at the wall. On the wall, there’s a painting of Kyungsoo. It’s colorful, and in each different shade there’s a tiny picture. Kyungsoo recognizes them to be little things they’ve done together – rollerblade at the park, bowling with friends, karaoke at a bar. He has no idea how Jongin did it, but he managed to work his magic once more.
By the side, Kyungsoo sees paint cans and sprays scattered everywhere with rags. There’s a ladder to the side, and Kyungsoo can’t help it – he laughs. And laughs. And laughs.
“Why are you laughing?” Jongin asks curiously.
“I’m just so happy I have someone as perfect as you,” Kyungsoo says. It’s funny because it’s graffiti. Jongin expressed his love for him through graffiti, and Kyungsoo thought graffiti was just mindless vandalism done by hoodlums, but apparently it’s not. Apparently it can be art, apparently it can be love.
