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today, i paint jin-hyung.
unlike hobi-hyung and his warm hues or jungkookie with the midnight blues, with jin-hyung, there is no theme or a distinct idea — it is all the colours, from red to green and to all the ones without a name. it's slathering paint all over the canvas, with no need for order and control, a little bit of everything everywhere. whatever that comes to mind, i put it down; half-phrases and bits of newspaper articles. i grab a bit of the sun's rays and put those down too, with dashes of glitter and sequins. maybe a touch of the wind's mellifluous song. oh, and i can't forget jin-hyung's laugh itself.
the day i asked him for it, he stared at me for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, clutching his stomach before i joined in not long after. it was impossible not to, if you were there too.
i smile at the memory, and can almost hear his laugh right now, that high-pitched, hiccupy, infectious laugh that never failed to make everything better.
i stand back.
the painting is at peaceful chaos with itself, bright and messy, but lovely.
but it's not done yet. there's more to do.
jin-hyung wasn't always like this.
i grab tubes of monotone colours and the inky black nearby and start working once again. first, the darkest shade of black at the edges, painted as smoothly and neatly as possible over all the colours and bits of him. controlled, straight, and almost-perfect lines. then, the black slowly fades to a foggy grey to the centre of the painting, but i don't conceal everything. i paint it so that it seems like someone has punched the upper layer of darkness and penetrated the brightness within — all the colours and the golden doubloons inside. all the magic happening within, the flowing kindness and joy jin-hyung has offered and has yet to offer. in the beginning, the world had tried to suppress his colours, moulding him to a quiet, cool figure — indifferent and disinterested. just a pretty face to look at, nothing more. black, grey, all the dull hues. but that was not him. he searched for something deep within him he already knew existed, and he tugged on it again and brought it out of the shadows.