Imagine with me for a moment
That Nakyum asks Seungho to go with him to look for ingredients to make paints. Seungho would, of course, insist that he buy only the best paints for Nakyum and he shouldn’t have to go out and scavenge for ingredients, but Nakyum politely declines.
Seungho carries a basket, annoyed at first because it’s the middle of summer and there’s bugs and dirt and sweat - not the sexy kind - but it all melts away when he sees Nakyum delightedly picking blueberries and blackberries for the richest blue paints, pollen and mustard seeds for yellows, beetroot, rose petals, and cranberries for reds, among so many other things to make an array of beautiful colors.
“Look!”, he exclaims, “this will become a pretty pink.”, he gently plucks flower petals from their stems and wraps them in soft cloths for the journey back home.
By the end, when the sun is low and the sky takes on a pinky-orange color, Seungho doesn’t feel an ounce of the antsy annoyance he felt earlier and one arm swings loosely at his side while the other holds the basket full of berries and clay and seeds. It’s then that he sees Nakyum’s beauty in all its glory. His cheeks flushed from the sun, eyes squinted in a bright, broad smile, intoxicating laughter alongside the sound of trees rustling in the breeze.
