leaving his suitcase on the floor, pulling one of Baekhyun’s huge velvet chairs over and gesturing for him to sit. Baekhyun’s eyes are still fixed on him, watching Chanyeol’s every move as he pads quietly over to where the other is, bare feet moving across the pure white floor, and the painter can feel Baekhyun’s gaze lingering even as he unpacks his paints, placing his bottle of linseed oil next to his palettes.