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Art Without a Home [Pt. 3] | Minhyuk x Reader

"Don't you think it's a bit rude to yell at strangers like that?" you asked the face staring down at you from a window. You tilted your head as he was searching for words in his head and then returned to your usual business. Every now and again you would find abandoned pieces of art staring on your way home, begging you to take them with you. After all, they do say that one man's trash is another man's treasure. And you agreed - someone deemed these paintings worthless of the space in their life, but they really gave your apartment an original touch, a personality. You dusted off your newly-found present with your hand, wondering who would routinely rob artwork of a home.

"What are you doing?" the strong voice boomed like thunder again.

"What do you care?" you mumbled under your breath. If he can't hear you, maybe he'll stop thinking this is a conversation.

"Hey, what are you doing in my trash?" he persisted, "Wait- why are you taking my painting?"

You let your newly acquired canvas lean against the large dumpster, having it wait a few moments for you like a child would wait for their mother while she talked to her friend she bumped into at the grocery store.

"Once it's out here, it's no longer yours," you yelled right at him as you took a couple of unsteady steps back to get a better look at this crazy person, "Even if this were your trash, and even if you did paint these - you threw them away, it means that you don't want them anymore. Well, I do, and I'm taking this one with me."

His face turned sour and he disappeared like the sun behind a cloud in a second. You shook your head at this brief but remarkably strange encounter. Just as the painting landed safely in the hands of its new owner, it got rowdy. 'Seriously', you thought to yourself, growing more annoyed, but turning around anyway.

"Why did you throw it away then if you didn't want anyone else taking it?" you firmly waved the canvas in front of this person's face. He was obviously processing a lot of emotions at that moment and stumbled over his words. It seemed that even he didn't know what he actually wanted. You hugged it against your chest as you stomped your foot against the hard concrete, "Exactly. Now excuse me, I'm taking this home, and next time you want to get rid of your art just give it to me or leave it in front of the building. I'm not a fan of the whole dumpster thing and it takes ages to get the smell out of my clothes and the painting." You put on a sweet smile as you waved at the bitter artist and walked away.

Minhyuk's feet were buried into the ground until a random passerby sped past him, rudely waking him from the wild trip in his thoughts as he bumped into his shoulder hard. Minhyuk rubbed the sore spot for a second before he decided it was probably about time to head back inside. He had a lot of thoughts creating absolute chaos in his head. Should I have ripped the canvas out of her hands? Why did I even make a scene? I did throw it in the trash. Is it even legal to dig through someone's trash? Or maybe. . . Should I have asked for her name? He shook the last silent question out of his head as he pushed the door to let himself back in. He lingered around for a while with his back against the door and his hand ready on the handle, not entirely sure what he was ready for, though. "What was I thinking," he whispered to himself, finally dragging his feet to his room.