Jaehyun waits for Taeyong at the bus stop, as they've been hanging out recently. Taeyong still hasn't figured out Jaehyun, and it eats at him. It makes him frustrated how locked up Jaehyun is. To him, Jaehyun has no emotion, no facial expression, and barely even says a sentence.

Jaehyun was a tough one to figure out, but Taeyong was just so determined to get through. He just had to, if he doesn't he wouldn't even sleep right. But then again, what would he do with that information?

Just keep it locked up and put away for safe keeping? He thinks about this all the time. Why does he analyze everyone, try and get something off of them, to use against or for, and just keeps it to himself?

Taeyong finally comes to view and smiles at Jaehyun as he arrives.

"Good morning!" Taeyong says as he looks up at Jaehyun.

"Morning." He hears back.

After that Taeyong just plays some games on his phone, he's used to this treatment by now. The one sentence talk and then, boom, conversation over.

Another thing is, Taeyong now uses the bus. Ever since Jaehyun asked him to accompany him, he's decided to take the bus to the building.

The bus finally comes into view, and Taeyong shuts off his phone as he puts it away. The bus stops, and the doors open.

Jaehyun almost instantly steps to the side, leaving an open space for Taeyong to step on first.

So he does.

A light blush on his face.

They finally get to school, and walk upstairs. Taeyong entered the room, and sat his stuff down. He then went and grabbed pastels.

He loved pastels, they just blended so well together and made the whole art look aesthetically pleasing.

Jaehyun just watched.

If Jaehyun was truthful, he'd say he barely even came here for art anymore. What he was really interested in was not the art, building, or friends.

Taeyong.

To him, Taeyong was the most beautifully made art. Perfect, as if no flaws touched his milky skin, big eyes and figure. Every small motion made Jaehyuns heart jump, especially when he smiled. Jaehyun just wanted to see him, everyday, and watch him as he painted.

Taeyong was always so focused when he painted or did art. His eyebrows somewhat would furrow, and a small pout would become visible on his lips. It was cutest thing Jaehyun could witness.

After awhile of Jaehyun watching Taeyong, Taeyong gave out a long accomplished sigh.

"Jaehyun! Come over! Look!" Taeyong said while smiling and looking over at him.

Jaehyun stood up as he walked over, taking notice of the pastels on Taeyong face and hands. He then looked over to the canvas, that was now filled with pastel colors. It held a girl, beside a cat, looking out the window at the sunset.

"So? Is it good?" Taeyong asked, nervous pinged in his voice.

"Yes." Jaehyun said, and Taeyong scoffed. Jaehyun then felt a finger and something that felt like chalk swipe his cheek.

Taeyong gave a giggle as he saw Jaehyun with a stripe of pastel on his face. Jaehyun slowly lifted his hand as he touched the stripe, and looked at the purple color. A small pout then formed on his lips, and he heard Taeyong lightly laugh.

"Your cute Jaehyun you know that?" Taeyong joked as he started putting his utensils away.

Jaehyuns heart did a somersault, and he felt his stomach pool up with anxiety. He stared at Taeyong, and saw the light blush on his cheeks. Taeyong turned his back as he put his utensils away, and Jaehyun felt the urge to just go back hug him. He left himself walk, to the point where he was right behind Taeyong.

He didn't even know how close he was standing until he could smell the vanilla scent Taeyong had. His hand came up, but he made it stop half way. He felt the smallest beads of sweat form on his forehead.

Taeyong then unexpectedly turned around and collided with Jaehyun. He instantly looked up to face Jaehyun, who looked down at him with a look that he couldn't describe.

"Jaehyun?..." He slowly questioned as Jaehyun slowly came closer, and he could now tell that his eyes were on his lips. He felt his lower back hit the counter, and now he was cornered by Jaehyun as he trapped him with his hands on each side of the counter.

"J-Jae..." Taeyong whispered as he looked right into those brown eyes.

Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore.

He leaned in.

Lips collided.