You Not Special for anyone but you so special for me

"What do you think of this boy?" I looked at the sweet-faced boy in front of me.

Ready to explore his entire body.

“He has big eyes, a small, shaped mouth, cheeks, and a pointed chin.” I still couldn't stop looking. Nothing can stop my actions.

There was only his eyes. who is now looking at me with a hammer And I must stop criticizing his face.

“So how do you feel?” My father didn't stop his questioning. I could only explore.

I..feel fascinated by those eyes, that small mouth, it makes me want to touch them, want to be close, want to know them more.

“I feel...there's something. That is attracting me.” My father straightened up. and looked at that child, just like me

“Remember, this is not love. This is infatuation. and a masterpiece of art.” My father gripped my shoulder tightly. before walking away

Leave me and this child alone. I bent my head and continued drawing shapes until

“My name is Jaemin. My house is next to yours. My mother saw that your father was good at drawing. So let me come play here."

while Jaemin spoke I can't focus on anything anymore. Even my voice was hypnotized by me without realizing it.

I looked at the mouth that curled back and forth. But no smile appeared on Jaemin's face at all.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jeno. From now on you----" "I'll come here every day to play with you."

I spoke as if I knew what I was going to say next...

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That smile appeared for just the blink of an eye and then returned to a calm face as usual. My face was hot. Even though it's never been before.

I don't understand myself at all. What's going on with me?

“Thank you. I have been here for 10 years. I've never had any friends." That's what I thought. I really don't have any friends.

Besides school, I don't have any friends anywhere, which makes me sad. But I'm not lonely at all. Because I have pencils, paints, and erasers.

My good friend forever I couldn't stay away from them. "Me, from now on, we'll be friends."

Jaemin stood up from the seat he had prepared. For my father's customers But now it's empty.

There was only a body smaller than mine. standing in front of me Trying to see that the picture I drew How is it?

I could only look and picked up the paper and showed it to Jaemin. Jaemin's face smiled. My heart was pounding.

Jaemin must really like this picture. I can feel it. "How much do you think about this picture?" I looked at that small face.

He only shook his head and smiled in satisfaction, "It's okay, I'll give it to you."

“Then you have to pay something else,” Jaemin finished, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. I was silent for a moment.

Before I acted incorrectly and my body froze, which I didn't want. Jaemin now smiled viciously.

“Or do you have to pay like this?” Jaemin hugged the paper to his chest, but our mouths met.

And Jaemin's hot tongue penetrated my mouth. In my head everything was white.

I really can't explain what this is.

We did this for ten minutes. It was so absorbing that I didn't want it to stop. But then, "Jaemin, Mommy's come to get you."

Jaemin stopped what he was doing. The two of us looked into each other's eyes. before Jaemin's eyes closed. and say something

"I call it the art of passion," he smiled again and walked away.

Left me confused and wanting more. I'm sitting here right now. Raise your hand to your mouth.

Want to keep it? How should I tell anyone? What is it? A kiss?

“See you later,” Jaemin said, raising his hand and waving it cutely.

"I have to leave my child with you. I have a job in the city. You must go early and come back late at night."

Jaemin's mother bowed her head. "You can rest assured, Madram." My father also smiled a little.

And so did Jaemin's mother. "See you later, Jaemin." Jaemin smiled again before turning and walking away.

After we officially got to know each other Jaemin came to play at my house every day. without any day

Jaemin won't come at all. He came to fill a small space in my heart.

Until now it has grown. Until I couldn't put it into words, we were close until now when I entered university.

In New York and Jaemin as well. We study at the same place. and are still good friends.

Only when in front of other people, but behind the scenes, the two of us became more than friends.

I can't explain what kind of relationship it is. I just feel like

The fact that I see that body every day And when I woke up this morning I still found It's very happy. I still remember every moment

that we do it together That we have each other And we are one and the same. I can even remember the sound of breathing.

From this man when he was on top of me And commanded my bottom like it no longer belonged to me.

We did this until the end of our fourth year. Of course, we had to go our separate ways to find jobs and have our own lives.

My father died when I was in my third year of study. I was so sad that I couldn't even cry.

And Jaemin's mother passed away around the same time.

Now we all have each other. But they're still friends. No one asked to be with anyone.

I still can't explain why...I still can't find the answer. Jaemin and I have different places to work.

Just as I really thought. I am a famous artist and drawing artist. Jaemin is also a famous food critic.

We still go and see each other until...

“Do you want to go to dinner with me today? I made an appointment with my friends and I want you to get to know me."

"Sure, if you don't mind," I agreed, and I was pretty excited. Because I've never met any people.

Except Jaemin.

“Are you here? Come sit here.” A man stood up and pulled out a chair for Jaemin. But for me, I just stood and smiled and accepted it.

Before sliding into Yiyi and inserting himself into the dinner table, “Oh, this is Mark, Haechan, and Jisung.

and renjun Chenle will come soon.” I smiled and reached out to touch everyone at the table.

“This is my childhood friend Jeno. Now he's a famous New York painter."

"Wow, that's amazing. I once bought a picture of you to put up at home. It is very beautiful and very unique.

"Haha, glad you like it. Really, it's just a normal picture." I put my hand on my neck in embarrassment.

And I'm extremely humbled. The person named Haechan spoke to me very much. I feel lucky that the price was not too high.

“So, do you like to draw anything in particular?” Mr. Jisung said. My eyes turned towards Jaemin.

“I like drawing Jaemin,” I said before Jaemin looked at my face and smiled awkwardly.

“Awesome, I want some pictures of Jaemin. Can you draw again?” Mark said again.

And this man's eyes looked especially interested.

“You can draw, any time.” Jaemin turned and smiled at me sincerely. My heart swelled.

“Darling, will you come and see me? If that happens, I will go to Jeno's house and have him draw our picture.”

I was silent for a moment. So still that you could hear what it was like to have a heart break. "What?"

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. That this is my boyfriend Brother Mark, we met after my mother passed away."

"So? Haha. Congratulations. If you don't mind, I have to go back."

I got up quickly and thought I would never turn back, but then, “But it's raining outside. Do you want me to send it to you?”

"It's okay. I like the rain, especially right now." I reluctantly smiled. I think I need a drink. Until I die

There's nothing left in my life. Even the people I thought would be with me forever. Now there is no more

When there's nothing left in life What must I live for?

I slowly walked out of the stupid restaurant. That makes me stupid as well. throughout the past period It's worth nothing...

Or Jaemin? Am I worthless in your heart? That's right. I'm just a shoddy painter.

I probably can't fight anything. It's funny that Rera is still together. I feel like I don't want to breathe.

I want to disappear from Jaemin's world. No, I've never been in Jaemin's world.

“Ah!!! A mean person, a mean person, a mean person, Na Jaemin, a mean person!!"

My knees are weak. In the middle of the road, wet with rainwater....

At least we used to do it together... thank you....

“And this is a good story in my heart. Throughout the past 65 years And I must leave this world As I wished

Thousands of applause in front of the old man. seat on chair with the last solo microphone performance

Before becoming just an old man who liked art....

The life story told through this man has ended. The curtain slowly came down. Cover up this old man. and all the stories

It ended well.

I don't know if we like each other or not. But it was inspired by a movie.

We are very impressed. Until I wanted to review it as a short fic. Thank you for coming to read.

May everyone be happy with love.

And don't think of using it as something that decides your own life.

P.S. We are just using the characters for reference. It's not the whole truth.