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Sunhee's POV

If someone were to ask me my favorite class, it would be art class. There's something about art that I find very interesting.

Like how an artist expresses their bottled-up emotions and thoughts through art. Thoughts they can't seem to express through words. And it doesn't matter if the world doesn't get it, it's the sense of relief when their emotions are expressed that does.

A masterpiece made through emotions.

Maybe that's why I like art so much. Maybe there are emotions I'd like to express too but couldn't.

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We are currently outside in the field, looking around for inspiration.

Our teacher permitted us to do so and she later decided we'd have art class in the field.

I sat on my seat and stared at my canvas. What should I paint today?

"Pass me the ball!"

I heard a familiar voice and turned my head to follow it.

"Goal!" his joyful laugh was heard.

Sunghoon was raising his hands high and jumping out of joy. He then made his way to Jake to hug him as they fell to the ground.

I saw the way he squints his eyes, his smile wide while his dimple appears. He's like a little kid.

A smile formed on my face.

"You seem to like soccer, miss Sunhee" My teacher interrupted my thoughts.

"Sorry, ma'am. Got a little distracted"

"That's okay. Maybe you can find inspiration in the soccer game"

I looked at Sunghoon's way again. He looks a lot serious now while trying to get the ball.

An inspiration?

"I'll think I'll walk for a little more, I might get inspired by other things" I smiled sheepishly at my teacher.

She nodded in response in which I stood up and decided to walk around.

While doing so I heard his laugh once again. I looked his way as I continued to walk, my eyes glued to him.

But then I bumped someone who allowed the paint they were carrying to splash all over my uniform.

I froze from the sudden splash and gasped once I saw my uniform colored in red paint.

"I'm so sorry!"

My classmate apologized while I stood there still trying to process what happened.

"It's okay" I shortly replied without looking at them and went to the comfort room right away.

"So frustrating!" I said as I tried to rub the paint off my uniform with a wet cloth.

I looked at the mirror and saw my reflection.

"Stupid. This is your fault" I point at my reflection.