A satisfied smirk make its way to my lips and suddenly the dripping rain and the pain on the soles of my feet no longer mattered.
In all his glory, through the transparent glass windows, was Kim Taehyung, solely focused on the masterpiece he was currently creating. Undoubtedly, the thunder didn't even surprise him.
I stare at him from outside the window, admiring him from afar.
I reach out my hand and align it with his figure then I close it to a fist.
"Mine," I mumble to myself.
I enter the studio, the bells ringing to signal the owner that a customer has arrived. Kim Taehyung instinctively stands up but doesn't face me yet. He goes somewhere at the back of the studio so I take the time to fix my hair, smooth it out, then my knee-high dress. Lastly, I clear my throat as if to practice my vocal chords.
Then I start to strut around the studio, swaying my hips from side to side to look both seductive and intimidating.
I begin to survey the masterpieces which I assume were all painted by the great Kim Taehyung, himself.
I hear footsteps behind me so I turn around, making sure that my hair flowed behind.
Oh, sweet Jesus, he's handsome.
Earlier he was wearing an apron that concealed his outfit, but now, I'm mesmerized. I don't even care if I get caught in staring. Being caught right now is definitely worth it if that means I get to drink in his looks, his features, his sense of style, in. And oh God, that beautiful face of his.
Truly sculpted by the gods.
His figure is adorned with a green polo and over it was some overalls. My gaze settles on his blonde hair, which was adorned with a beret.
Pretty, sexy, handsome, god-like, beau—
He clears his throat, pulling me away from my trance. I finally meet his eyes. Goosebumps prickles across my skin as I take in the shade of gray of his orbs.
"Staring is rude, miss."
His deep voice resonated through the whole studio.
I hum in response before speaking, "It was totally worth it."
The man raise an eyebrow at me.
I give him a smile. "Oh, don't mind me." I wave a hand at him.
"May I help you?"
"Yes," I reply instantly. "I have a specific painting that I have been finding."
"A specific painting of mine?" Taehyung asks.
I nod. "Yes. A portrait of a young girl who's hiding behind a tree in a forest."
Taehyung freezes. I blink my eyes at him in confusion when he doesn't reply. In my periphal vision, I see him clench his fists which confuses me even more.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he responds, his tone shifting to a cold one.
Yeah, right. Nice try, boy.
I scoff in vexation before shifting my weight to my other foot then looking straight at the man's gray orbs.
"Are you sure, hm?" I taunt. "Your body language tells me otherwise."
Taehyung takes a deep breath before speaking in a much more calmer tone. "I apologize, but I really don't have a clue on what painting you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me, Taehyung—"
"It's Mr. Kim to you," he cuts me off.
I roll my eyes. "That's not even the point. Where is the painting?" I insist, taking a step closer to him to intimidate him.
"The painting you are looking for isn't here," Taehyung says calmly.
"You don't know who you're messing with, Taehyu—"
"Mr. Kim."
I ignore him. "My brother owns a really huge business and I had your background checked. Tell me where is the painting then I'm good to go. How much do you want?"
"That portrait isn't for sale."
"Great! So that means, the portrait's with you," I exclaim, walking past him and beginning to explore the studio further in hopes to find for the portrait.
A few minutes tick by and the painting hasn't still showed up in front of my eyes. I was beginning to get even impatient.
"Where is it?" I demand to Taehyung.
"I told you, it isn't here." His jaw hardens then he breaks the eye contact with me, approaching the counter. "Look through every single crevice of this studio but you will never see it."
"You're obviously hiding it." I raise an eyebrow at him before following him.
He stands behind the counter while I stand at the other hand. I slam both my hands down on top, the metal parts of my purse making a noise, which successfully made Taehyung focus his eyes on me.
"Tell me," I growl. "How much do you want?"
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