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_{It was interesting how one thing could so seamlessly lead into the other, wasn’t it? Jonghyun was only being curious, his words forming questions in order to get answers but one thing was leading to the other and — slowly — he was starting to figure out the little parts of Taemin. First thing being honesty. It took an honest person to admit whether or not they usually followed their own advice and though you could say that honesty in a person wasn’t anything to cheer about, Jonghyun was in the business of living his life around dishonest people. Any source of truth he could get his hands on was well-welcomed and if it came in the form of a person? Even better.}

_{‘But experience comes oft from failures’, the words echoed in his mind and he couldn’t help but nod his head. How many mistakes had he made over the years only to find himself stronger and better because of such experiences? There were countless and though each time he messed up he would beat himself up over it, at the end of the day he couldn’t help but be thankful that everything wasn’t just so easy. He knew people that could seemingly do anything. Could grab the microphone and sing a new cover perfectly, no mistakes and no practice required and while sometimes he was fortunate enough to be able to do so it was often in the hidden confines of his room. Nerves. They were a tricky thing, weren’t they? The only solution to fix their caused errors being practice, practice, practice.}

_{Laughter, though not the sort of laughter he was expecting. Not being sure just what exactly he was expecting, Jonghyun merely smiled and took in the amusement of the other. “Ah, so I suppose my first guess is wrong?” He muttered quietly, laughing a little to himself at the absurd joke before tilting his head to the side. Taemin was tricky and if Jonghyun hadn’t been so damned curious about what his actual age was he probably would have missed the fact that the man in front of him didn’t even end up answering the question. He kept his lips sealed shut, however, his eyes remaining trained on the dark orbs before him. Interesting, he thought to himself as he scooped up some more noodles on his chopsticks and took a bite, very interesting. He was about to take a sip of his water, his hand outstretched towards the cup, when Taemin casually spoke his actual age. A blank stare was all he could muster before raising an eyebrow, “What are you… psychic?”}

_{He was unaware of what kind of conclusions the other man was coming to in regards to his own personality—it was difficult to know what he would have done, or thought, even should he have known. Perhaps he would have laughed, or perhaps he would have been inclined to agree. As it were, Taemin let go of the straw again, the glass of water pushed away from him, making the surface ripple as he brushed black hair out of eyes which were faintly accentuated with eyeliner. He did not need a lot, however. And maybe it were for the better, for while he knew how to hold a paintbrush, knew how to colour a canvas into something of a masterwork, it did not mean he knew how to paint a face. It was something he had pondered over at times—how much difference there could be between a canvas and a face, when the face was naught but a canvas, too.}

_{Jonghyun’s face, was a canvas. His gaze slid up across the table again, to the man he had ended up in company with. It was a handsome canvas, one made up perfectly. In some part of his mind, he wondered what he looked like in the morning. He wondered what he looked like dazed and confused. He wondered what he looked like when he was happy beyond all. What kind of expressions could that face bring life to? Once, painting people had been about painting them at their best, but with the years passing, with cameras being created, better and better… it gave a new perspective. It made him think of those hidden moments. The moments which were flawed, and in those flawed lay the perfection.}

_{“You should be ashamed of yourself”, Taemin teased softly, the amusement making the apples of his cheeks round even as part of his mind lingered on Jonghyun’s previous joke of a guess. “What if I would take it as an insult, then what would you do?” he queried then, an eyebrow arched as eyes glinting with cheeky mirth lingered on him, before he tossed his shoulders in a light shrug. “Duh”, he offered him in a light, lofty tone.}

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