latte art ↬ jakehoon

one.

"sim jaeyun!" a shrill voice echoed throughout the house. the voice was laced with panic, anger and impending doom.

uh oh.

jake hesitantly looked up from his painting to meet
his mother's gaze, letting out an anxious 'heh' in response to the sight of fire dancing in her eyes. he cautiously put his paintbrush in the water pot, as if any wrong move would cause the premature ending of the world.

he mentally cursed himself as his eyes frantically darted around the table. he had made a mess. tubes of opened paint laid lazily around the area, the colourful substances almost oozing out. puddles of watercolour trailed from the edge to the centre of the table. scissors laid dangerously on the edge of the table, slightly ajar. the floor was no better. shards of cartilage paper had woven theirselves between the cotton of the rug below.

"are you even listening to me?" his mother's voice pierced through his thoughts. jake quickly whipped his head back up to look at her, a 'hm?' slipping between his lips as he braced himself for the worst.
"i can't believe you're not even listening." she let out a breathy laugh of pure annoyance. "i've told you time and time again not to paint at the table, so why are you sat infront of me surrounded by mess?"

jake gulped. "i'm sorry mama, but i have a project due tomorrow and i really need to get it d-" he frantically tried to justify his thought process, almost tripping over his words but was inevitably interrupted by his clearly livid mother.

"i don't care. i can't have you making a mess down here. especially on my wooden table, it'll take forever to get the paint out of the texture." she tapped her foot a few times before sighing and giving in as she saw the regret on her son's face. she wrapped her arms around him, peering over his shoulder at his painting.

the painting was still incomplete, empty gaps littered the page, making a trail out from the centre where jake had decided it would be more efficient if he worked from the centre out. of course this had made no difference as it was still incomplete but he had made a substantial amount of progress given the time he had spent on it.

"why don't you go to a café or something? get some coffee and relax. you're not going to get the outcome you want if you're frantic." she whispered into his ear, pressing an encouraging kiss onto his cheek. jake nodded. he knew she was right. it was already evident that he had began to panic during his painting, as sloppy lines mixed uncomfortably into other colours. jake slowly stood up and began to clean up the table but was quickly stopped by a warm hand. his mother flashed him a smile and signalled to him that he should just go, earning an appreciative smile from the boy.

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jake wandered the streets aimlessly, his supply bag slung over his left shoulder and his hands clutching his paper. he didn't know where to go. he and his mother where still relatively new to town, having moved from australia just a few months prior but since he was too busy catching up on the first half of his art work for the current semester (having joined slightly later) he hadn't had the chance to look around and get to know the place.

the weather in korea was unlike australia. it was only march and yet the cold nipped at his nose. he let out a shaky breath, watching fog form as his warm breath mer the cold air which made him giggle slightly. his eyes scanned the variety of stores that lined the streets in search of a café of some sort. he had concluded that it'd be best to avoid coffee shops parts of big chains, such as starbucks, in fear that it'd be too loud and he'd lose focus.

jake was suddenly becoming extremely aware of the weight resting on his shoulders, his arm fooling down to relieve some of the pressure. he let out a low groan as he stopped beneath a streetlight, put the bag on the ground carefully so he could roll his shoulder around to trigger some circulation.

he was becoming increasingly agitated at his unsuccessful search. he had passed so many coffee stores, yet none of them appealed to him. they were either full, too loud or didn't match the 'vibe' he was looking for. he sloppily picked his bag back up and leaned against the post behind him, staring aimlessly across the street, his mind wandering off.

he suddenly shivered as a gush of wind pushed past him. and that's when he saw it. he had been staring at it for quite a while, but it had only just registered.

a coffee shop.

not just a regular coffee shop. he had seen plenty of those. this one was perfect. it's exterior was simple; white wood lining large windows, vines creeping up the wall. it was the inside that caught jake's attention. he leaned forward to scan it. he couldn't see much as it was across the road, but from what he could tell, it was basically deserted minus a few who had their noses buried in books. even the lighting was perfect; it was more of a honey colour, rather than harsh white.

jake excited crossed the road and pushed open the door, his shoulders raising slightly as he heard a 'ding' from the bell.

"hi! welcome!"

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umm hey! i hope you liked this. i've recently found inspiration to start writing again so i decided to put this together to help me get back into the knack of it all. i feel like this dragged on though, but i wanted to ease my way into the story. ya know?
so um ya please let me know what you think because i might not even continue this !
- lina ⋆͛♡⋆͛