i'm happy even though my mind is slowly spinning out of my weakening control.

a/n
i'm sorry about the past two updates, i was way too sad and didn't really know what was wrong //:

The two stayed in the stuffy car for at least an hour or two, just enjoying the quiet and the slight chill of a small breeze. Outside, the sky was a burnt orange complimented with dusty blues, Taehyung imprinting that image as well as he could. All to remember it for the next day and paint the memory.

When they hobbled inside, Taehyung clutched his sore head with one pigment-stained hand and loosely held an exhausted Jeongguk's. The poor boy was on the verge of collapsing, other hand in a fist and trying to rub the tiredness away from his eyes, lids falling in and out of slumber. The sight of a child-like Jeongguk made Taehyung go a little more soft, but not wanting to show it due to his colder exterior.

"Excuse the mess, I haven't been here for the whole day to clean it up." Taehyung muttered and collapsed on a worn brown leather couch, hair falling into his face as he watched the shocked younger.

Canvases holding the strokes of paint were propped against the white concrete walls, varieties of size and each one screaming vivid emotion. Cups of dirty paint water sat on a small table between two easels, yellow paintbrushes still damp from pigment sat on the table's oak top, wet paint ever so slowly drying on the two canvases the easels held. A bookcase in the corner encased many books labelled with artists names, scrapbooks with different coloured paper cheekily poking out, succulents filling the empty spaces on the shelves.

Light bulbs hung from black wires shade-less, lighting up the entirety of the small room with a slight yellow glow. It was for sure an artists home, not only from the strong smell of graphite, but to the collection of spray paints in one corner and the unfinished pieces of art lazily placed in another.

It wasn't a bad mess. It was that nice mess that made Jeongguk happy...and it frustrated him that he couldn't explain why.

"I love this place..." He mumbled, exhaustion dawning but pushed away from the awe he was struck with. Taehyung agreed with a hum and looked at the younger better through green bangs, pointing to a white wooden door with a tired limb.

"Go sleep in there. I'll take the couch," Jeongguk opened his mouth to speak and protest, feeling a little surprised that he was given the order to sleep here, also not liking the fact that he was taking the owner's bed. It seemed rude of him. But Taehyung spoke again before he could take the chance to argue. "Just go in there. I can't be arsed to move anyway."

Jeongguk nodded his head, ruffling the hair of the already sleeping elder before walking through the bedroom door. The pads of his fingers left the wood as soon as he entered, taking in the faint scent of paint and lemons. Cheap sheets and curtains, both an off-white colour, thin and creased. A vase of yellow wildflowers sat upon a soft blue paint-chipped dresser, along with sketchbooks and a tin of graphite.

Well then, he fell back on the rickety bed and chuckled slightly at the sound, this isn't that bad.

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