painted colours
Thursday, October 24, 2013
「 the lucky numbers of life #3」
painted colours
zitao x yon subin (oc)
fluff.
T ; oneshot ; blind zitao au ; kinda school life au
-kairay 2013.
I'm an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I paint you?
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Subin sees him all the time. Whether it's hanging out on the far side of the campus green with his friends –which is coincidentally right by the college's art studio– or sitting silently in the back of her late night psychology class. He's everywhere she looks, and Subin knows that she shouldn't let herself feel more than a tiny crush for him, but she just can't help it.
She notice details about him. It's what Subin does, being an artist and all. She notice the way his hair shines in the afternoon sun, and the way he uses his hands to feel everything so
intricately. It makes Subin stare in awe as he runs his long, slim fingers run
over grooves and bumps on objects as he recognizes what they are. Subin notice
the way he was gentle and careful with everything he does, and the way he
doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Everything about him was beautiful.
And that’s precisely how she ended up where she was now.
“Come on, Subin, you can do it,” she said under her breath. Just ten feet away from her stood Huang Zitao, the boy she had the
biggest crush on. He was standing in the cafeteria line with one of his friends, and they were laughing about something. Subin was trying to
work up the courage and ask him a simple question– 'Can I paint you for an art
project?' But Subin could not get herself to take the few steps over to him.
Subin paid for her meal in advance and grabbed a plate,
walking into the self-serve dining area. Just moments before, Zitao and
his friend had entered the area, and she knew now was her time to catch him
when he’s not busy or surrounded by a lot of people.
After scanning the room, Subin spot him by the pizza bar, going by his memory to grab a few slices of
pepperoni. She notice his friend isn’t far away and he’s alone. suck in a
breath. It’s now or never.
Her feet takes Subin to the destination while her brain tries to conjure up a
way to ask him to be her model without sounding creepy or stupid. If only she had a mutual friend, or someone…
“Whoa, watch out,” a voice suddenly says and she shake her head to make her brain focus on reality. Standing right in front of her,
looking a bit irritated, is Zitao. She guess Subin had subconsciously walked all
the way to him…and by all the way, she means all the way. His plate full of food
is now on the ground and he’s frowning.
“Oh my God, ah, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I
didn’t mean to do that, shit,” Subin ramble out quickly, immediately dropping to
pick up the plate and pizza. Her hands are shaking as she set his plate with
the dirty food onto a nearby bar. “Here, have my plate, I haven’t used it yet.
I– I wasn’t going to use it at all, actually, so y– you can have it.“
He doesn’t make any action to reach up and take her
plate, but instead crosses his arms. “Why did you come to the cafeteria if you
weren’t going to get food?"
Subin twists her hands nervously. "Well, I needed
to ask someone– uh, well, you, a question. But, it’s okay, nevermind. Uh,
sorry–"
"What’s your name?” he asks suddenly. She's sure she look like a freak currently, but then again, Huang Zitao was asking for her name.
“Subin. My name is Yon Subin,” she tells him shyly and he
nods.
“You’re in my psychology class, right?” She nods, but
then realize he can’t see her and instead squeak out a yes. He smirks. “Okay,
now I’ve asked you a total of three questions so you can ask me one
back."
"Uh, okay.” Subin takes a deep breath. “So, um, I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I
painted you?” Subin blurt out quickly, immediately putting her head in her
hands. “Wait, I mean, it’s for my semester project, and I have to do a
portrait and I just–”
“Okay,” he says.
Subin look up while raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Okay?"
"Okay, you can paint me. Just tell me when and
where,” he replied and pulled out a phone from his back pocket.
“Really? Oh my God, thank you so much! And, um, I
have a spot reserved at the art studio for Saturday at three. You
don’t have classes do you?” Subin pull out her phone as well as he types in her
answer and has it read back to him.
“Nope, I’m free. I’ll see you then, Subin,” he says as
he puts his phone back in his pocket. He begins to walk away, but she grabs his
arm gently, which makes him jump a little and stop.
“Wait, seriously, take my plate. I didn’t mean to
knock yours down,” She tells him and push her empty plate into his hand. He
smiles so slightly and grips it.
“Thanks. I’ll see you on Saturday.” With that, he walks
back in the direction he came from where his friend is now walking towards him
while stealing glances at Subin. She blushes and grab his previous plate and put it
on the cleaning rotation. She walks out of the cafeteria with a huge smile on her face.
Yon Subin will have Huang Zitao all to herself for two hours
on Saturday, and she couldn’t be more excited.
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Subin's a nervous wreck by the time Saturday rolls by. She had splurged and purchased some more expensive paint than the school offered and she had made a long playlist that had a lot of her favorite songs she liked to listen to while painting. Subin had even done her hair nicely, even though he would never see it. It was more of a personal confidence boost, anyway.
When the clock strikes three, she gets nervous. It’s
irrational, but she automatically think that he isn’t coming. She's absolutely
relived when the door opens five minutes later and Zitao walks in, being
directed by another one of his friends. He thanks them and they leave after
giving him a pat on the back. Subin smile and approach him. “Hi,” she greets.
“Hey.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and
awkwardly sways back and forth. “So, what do you need me to do?”
“Oh yeah!” Subin go over and prep his seat a little
before rushing back over to him. “I’m just going to direct you to this seat
over here, is that okay?” He nods and she takes a hold on his forearm. She leads him to the seat and tells him it’s okay to sit down. He does as Subin says and
then looks up in her general direction.
“What do I actually need to do? Do I pose?” he asks her.
“No, just sit there and act natural. I’ll try to talk
to you too so you don’t get bored – but I do have some music playing so
maybe it won’t be too bad,” Subin answers and he nods, leaning back a
little.
Subin takes a seat at her canvas and takes a deep breath.
He looks gorgeous, as always. He somehow made a plain white t-shirt looks designer, and she had to fight the urge to kiss his perfect pink lips that
always seemed to be turned up into a tiny smirk. The way the light filtered
through the huge art studio made him look ethereal. It reflected off his skin
and captured his wonderful blonde hair in the beams, making him look the Greek
God Apollo himself. Subin honestly couldn’t believe she was going to paint
him.
She sits in silence for a little bit while she outline
and test colors. Subin keeps stealing glances as she begin to paint him. She can feel herself blushing from looking at him so many
times. Thank God he couldn’t see her.
“Just the fact that I know you keep looking at me is
making me nervous,” he suddenly says and Subin nearly smear her paint as the
words leave his mouth.
“W– why?” She stutters and hide momentarily behind herr
canvas.
“Because you’re sweet, and I also know you’re very pretty,”
he replies bluntly. Subin nearly squeal with happiness, but keep it all
inside.
“H– how?” She ask hesitantly.
“Luhan-ge, saw you in the cafeteria yesterday
and asked me how I got to talk to such a beautiful girl. And today when I told him that I was coming here to get painted by you, he called me
lucky,” he explained and Subin felt her whole face turn hot. She didn’t feel
like she was that attractive. But according to his friends– who were very
handsome themselves– she was pretty.
“Oh, wow,” Subin mumble and continues with her art
shyly. She hears him chuckle.
“You don’t believe you’re pretty, do you?” he
asks.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m ugly, but uh, I mean, I’m
nothing really special,” Subin says, completely flustered. He hums and shakes his
head as she begin painting his gorgeous dark brown eyes.
“I can tell all by myself. Your ambiance
is bright and calming, and you get very flustered when I talk to you,” he tells her and Subin feel like burying her face in a pillow. How is this happening to me, of all people?
“Thank you – I don’t know what to say.” Subin can tell his
compliments are genuine. He doesn’t seem like to say something he
doesn’t mean.
Subin works in silence –besides the music– for the rest
of the time, only occasionally asking him if he’s okay or if he needs anything.
He always says no. She work diligently, trying to get the perfect skin tone and
to accentuate his most flattering features. Before she knows it, a portrait of Huang Zitao sat right in front of her. And well, she didn’t want to brag – but it was
one of the best paintings she have ever done. She's proud.
“I finished it,” Subin whispered in awe.
“Does it look good?” he replies and she nod,
forgetting he can’t see it again.
“It’s the best piece I’ve ever done,” she admits and she can see him smile on of his rare, beautiful smiles.
“What colours did you use?” he suddenly asks and Subin's taken aback at first. He notices her small shock and speaks again. “No, I’ve
never seen colour. But people have described it to me before."
"Oh…” she whispers and then approach him. “I’m
gonna sit by you, okay?” He nods and she sit down. He’s so close to her, and Subin can actually see the individual lashes that adorn his eyes. “I used a shade
of yellow for your hair, and–”
“Explain yellow to me.” He looks towards Her and she is, again, taken aback. But Subin tells him okay and think for a moment.
“Well, yellow is that feeling when you walk outside an
air-conditioned building and into the sunlight. That warmth and feeling on your
skin is yellow. Yellow is also when you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks
hurt and your stomach has butterflies. That feeling of pure happiness and joy
is yellow,” Subin explains to the best of her ability and she notice he’s
listening intently.
“What other colors did you use?” he presses on. You
smile.
“I used red for your lips. Red is when you walk
into your living room at Christmas and smell the sweet cinnamon your mom’s
baked from the kitchen. When she hugs you tightly, you can feel red. But
red is also when you’re so mad that you think that your body is going to
explode. It’s the feeling that you’re out of control and nothing is going your
way and you just think that you’re going to punch the next person who speaks to
you. That’s red,” you say with a bit more confidence.
“Are your lips red too?” he whispers and Subin whisper back a tiny yes.
"You didn't explain that red is also beauty," and again, Subin feels like her heart're gonna burst. How can, out of all people, she asked Huang Zitao her biggest crush for her art project and got him to say.... she's pretty?
"Uh– Um, T– thanks? I– I mean– Really, thank you–"
Zitao takes one of his hands and pushes a chunk of your
loose hair behind your ear carefully and gives you another short kiss. He gives
you a small smile. “I suddenly have a whole new meaning of
color."
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-kairay.
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