Kim Taehyung's hardened expression suddenly softens. Upon noticing my sudden change of mood, which I still haven't noticed, his toned muscles underneath his outfit relaxes.
When I see his demeanor switch, I became aware of my tears that began to fall from my orbs.
I gasp slightly, placing a hand on my cheek. Then I begin to frantically wipe the tears away from my face, not even bothering anymore if it causes to smudge my makeup.
I cannot be seen like this.
I can't be seen as someone vulnerable.
I can't...
Out of all people, it had to be Kim Taehyung.
I strongly refuse.
But realizing I was too late to do that, I begin to sob more as I continue to wipe away my tears. Taehyung has seen me now so there's no point of holding back everything.
It hurts so much.
It hurts to lose someone you love so much. Especially when you didn't get to say goodbye.
Even though justice has been served and the man behind my father's murder is now behind bars, everything still seems unfair. Life is unfair and I hate it. The world is so cruel and oblivious of everything bad that was happening because all they care about is themselves.
Such evil creatures.
These unpleasant thoughts continuously swarm in my mind that I don't notice the gentle touch of Taehyung on my arm, attempting to make me calm down.
I flinch instinctively but Taehyung calms me down by caressing my exposed arm.
I begin to take deep breaths. My tears stops falling whilst I sniffle.
Taehyung leads me to a stool behind the counter and my feel unconsciously follows him and I oblige willingly since I felt drained from all the sobbing.
Once I have settled down and my crying has stopped, I hesitantly meet Taehyung's eyes, which are currently looking at me in concern.
I glare at him. "Stop looking at me like that." I manage to hiss without a voice crack.
I look away from his piercing gaze. "Pretend that you saw nothing today, Mr. Kim. I would appreciate that."
He stays silent, not uttering a single word so I continue. "What happened today is only a figment of your imagination. And about the portrait," I pause. "I won't force you to sell it to me. I will stop insisting you into giving me the portrait and I will not come by here anymore as you wish."
I stand up from the stool, walking past the man and avoiding his icy eyes then I make my way towards the exit. I take a deep breath, fluttering my eyes before fully exiting the studio.
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I continue to swirl the wine in my glass, mindlessly staring at the liquid substance inside.
The bathrobe envelopes my form, the only clothing shielding my naked body from the cold, though it doesn't bother me since I am all alone in my suite.
It was oddly raining again this time, the sun hiding amongst the clouds that were continuously spilling droplets of rain. I feel like the sky is grieving with me and I smile like an idiot, finding the thought strangely comforting.
"At least the sky knows what's up," I mumble to myself before sipping my wine.
My peace is soon destroyed when my phone begins to ring. I roll my eyes, already knowing who it is. I place the glass of wine on the table and answer the call.
"What?" I hiss.
"Hello to you too, sis," Hoseok sarcastically greets me from the other line, earning an eyeroll from me but unfortunately is unseen to him. "I'm surprised you have gain quite a popularity in Paris too."
I knit my eyebrows in confusion, leaning forward on my seat and crossing my legs. "What do you mean?" I ask.
My brother chuckles. "You really are stupid, huh?"
"Shut up and tell me what's going on." I scowl at him.
"Sis, you're the headline on the newspapers today." I hear shuffling sounds before Hoseok continues. "Jung Haneul, Spotted Sobbing Her Eyes Out In Paris Today With An Undeniably 'Attractive' Makeup." He reads the headlines out loud.
I massage my temple in distress, muttering a few profanities.
"Watch your language, baby sis." He laughs. "Also, try not to get too emotional. I don't wanna be involve in your dramatic life."
"You don't have to worry about that because you're literally Korea's people's favorite. I'm positive you're image won't be tainted," I respond bitterly.
Someone knocks on my door and a deep sigh escapes my lips. "I have to go. Mind your own shit and stop throwing everything at my face," I spit, immediately ending the call before my brother could reply.
I give the door a deadly glare, already displeased that someone else has ruined my peaceful alone time.
I strut towards the door, swaying my hips and not bothering to wear something beneath my robe.
I open the door to reveal a man with slightly wet clothes, an umbrella in his hand, hanging and dripping wet from the strong rain.
I trail my eyes until I meet his.
"Kim Taehyung?"
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