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"Should I knock?"

Lou Jiang thought, he was standing right in front of the door.Wu Jun told him that there's this one room which Gung Weixi always goes to. The man said that he was always spending his time alone there.

Lou Jiang was about to knock when the door suddenly opened, just a little to let someone peak. The door wasn't locked after all so he got the chance to use it as an excuse for himself to walk inside. 

"H-Hello?" he made a little call, no one answer 

Lou Jiang wandered around his eyes and saw different color stains on the floor. Big and small canvas, different paint brushes and scattered empty cans of paints. "What is this?" he mumbled as he strided inside.

The room was big enough for a very perfect ventilated place, there was a big window right in front of his eyes.. The white thin curtains were swaying with the morning wind. The atmosphere inside the room was giving a chilly ambience to anyone, a perfect place to concentrate.

But Lou Jiang's attention was more caught by the big canvas in the middle of the room. It has abstract colors spread all over it. From light to dark, you can see something from it if you really understand the world of colors. 

Lou Jiang approached the enchanting painting closer, he was in so much awe. He almost forgot that he was here to see Gung Weixi, he bent closer that he could almost smell the scent of the newly painted canvas. 

"Did he paint this?" he mumbled 

Lou Jiang was so busy scanning the colors and texture on it when a shadow hovered behind him. He frowned "This painting is quite sad, it has the same amount of light and dark colors but I can't sense something positive.'' He commented "Is he lonely? This painting was full of griefs" he said once more, not even bothered by the figure behind him

Lou Jiang then straightened his back "He's not even here so I'll just come back later" he mumbled.

He was about to step back when he bumped with something. Hard and sturdy surface hit his back. Lou Jiang slowly lifted up his head and saw two sharp gazes looking down on him.

"Ehhh!!!" He was shocked so much that he missed a step and started to shake. And before he could make a move, he stumbled down. 

When his back was about to hit the big canvas,a forceful hand quickly pulled his left arm. Lou Jiang ended up hitting Gung Weixi's chest again.

"That was close!" Lou Jiang sighed.

"Let go.." a deep and rough voice stunned him

Lou Jiang then realized that he clung too much on Gung Weixi's arms for almost a minute. He quickly reduced the distance between them. "S-Sorry!!" he exclaimed

Gung Weixi didn't reply back, he walked towards the table beside the window with different paints. He scanned everything for a minute then he went back where the big canvas was, he pulled the small chair and sat himself.

Holding a brush and palette, he started to paint quietly. Lou Jiang titled his head sideways "What is he doing?" he thought, watching the male plastering the dark colors with light ones. 

"Ehhh???!!! You changed it!!" Lou Jiang almost exclaimed.

'DING!! LOVE METER: 5%'

{Ohh?? Is it because I told him that I can't see anything positive from it?}

AUTHOR: You didn't told him, you said it behind his back

{I didn't know that he was here either!!}

Lou Jiang then got an idea after seeing another chair beside the table, he pulled it towards Gung Weixi and placed it beside the male, just enough distance to avoid disturbing him. "Can I sit here?" he asked but got no answer. 

***

Gu Weixi exited the door quietly,he ran out of paint so he immediately went to the moderator room to ask for a new supply. Wu Jun, his uncle mentioned that they have a newly arrived patient and he wanted Gu Weixi to help him to be comfortable around.

He went back to his room,he needed more touches to finish his new painting when he saw another figure the moment he stepped inside. He saw a man standing in front of his canvas like he was inspecting it too much.

"I can't sense anything positive from this painting, this is full of griefs"

Gung Weixi heard it the moment he walked closer to approached him, he paused because he wanted to know more about other people's opinion towards his paintings.

Although it was the first time for him to hear such a negative comment, it made his heart flutter. Because usually he will get a simple comment like "It's pretty, it's amazing" but today was different. It was the first time for him to hear such a bold perspective, it was the first time someone understood his paintings.

People said that Gung Weixi had a very intimidating aura, so the moment he looked at people they always thought that he was angry or something. Maybe that's the reason why the male he approached stumbled down from panic.

He didn't say anything after saving him, he just went back to the table to get some new materials, he suddenly got the urge to change the paint's idea. 

Gung Weixi was a bit embarrassed because it was the first time for him to be watched by someone, his cheeks tint red in silence. He watched the male get another chair,placing it beside him.

"Can I sit here?"

Gung Weixi just glanced at him, maybe that's enough for him to indicate that it's okay. He continued to paint without even bothering the male sitting an inches from him. 

"W-What d-do y-you think?" Gung Weixi mumbled, he really didn't know how to handle a conversation so he didn't know if it's the right question.

Gung Weixi frowned a little, after gathering himself some courage to ask he received no answer. Just when he was about to stand up, he saw a peaceful sleeping face next to him. He paused and watched the male's eyebrows furrowed while he was snoring, a bad dream he guess?

Gung Weixi sat back and pulled his chair closer to the male. He can't take his eyes away from him because the way he sleeps was adorable. 

He had a light-brown curly hair and long lashes. His lips were thin and pink and if Gung Weixi was not mistaken, his eyes were ocean-blue. 

He was so drawn to him that he didn't even realize the words he mumbled.

"He's beautiful"