Time is luxury that Chanyeol wished he could afford. He was forced to sacrifice a lot of things because he doesnt have the time to spare on them. His life is a song. A full story within the spam of three to four minutes. With so little time, he focussed on nothing but his target. Cautious with what he filled his melody with. And then he met Kris. A man that made the lyrics of his song. Time is everything that Kris has. Its the things to spend them on that he lacks. His life is a painting. Months and years to create just one masterpiece. With so much time, he searched for his inspiration. Something different from his usual black and grey sketches. And then he met Chanyeol. A boy that filled his canvas with colours. ForewordHey guys! Writing my other Krisyeol FanFic inspired me to write a oneshot, but the two arent linked in any way.Its very loosely based on the MV by Kiss, which was the first MV to make me cry. If you know which one Im talking about (which, if you are Asian, you probably will), then you can see where this is kind of going. If you dont know, then please, please, PLEASE dont watch it before you read this fic. Ill reveal which MV it is at the very end and you can go watch it then or something :PThe title of the fic comes from my favourite song of all time by Faye Wong. Shes like my idol (thanks to my mum who played nothing but her music during my childhood) and she sang this song for Final Fantasy VIII. Theres other songs within the fic and I recommend having them in the background when you read this fic or just listening to them at some point.I think thats everything. Oh, one more! I know that this is a oneshot, so itll be stupid to subscribe but if you like the story after youve read it, could you please kindly do me a favour and subcribe anyway just so I can think of it as like a good review?Thank you :)Mwah <3 P.S. The AMAZING fanart is by butterscotchaa (aka rejantrou) and I love her to bits for making it. As you can all see, the fanart is fricking adorable and Im completely speechless and honoured that someone would like my work this much to make an art out of it. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Excuse me while I jump off a cliff in happiness.