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prologue

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song recommendation:  paint - moonmoon

Small, delicate strokes of green, melting into pale oranges and burning reds; I paint the landscape once again. A burning sunset above an overgrown field of grass. Capturing the beauty of the world around me in blank canvases, I had taken up art as a child to show others that the dullness of life can be coloured brightly when through a different lens. Art became my passion. Art became me.

But with art came comparisons. "Na Jaemin will never be as good as Lee Jeno." Constant competition with a boy who I had never met, only catching glimpses of him through the windows of the art room. A boy who I had always looked up to. Every single painting made by his hands, a masterpiece; better than any art I could ever create. Being compared to someone who is seen as an art god, made me incredibly nervous.

And Lee Jeno didn't even know I existed.