❝𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍.❞
→in which Dasom gets to experience being in love in the most cliche way possible.
or
in which Dasom and Yeonjun experience 'young love.'
➪𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐟
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Art room
Another place where Dasom feels at peace.
Art is something which she inculcated as a 'hobby' since her middle school years.
One of the many reasons why she loves art is because she finds it greatly intriguing how just a bunch of paint colors can make a world beyond the reality.
"Ummm..... maybe I should mix a bit of blue here," Dasom mumbles, taking her palette in her hands as she swiftly moves the brush on her canvas.
School ended a few minutes ago and now she was in her club room.
Her members were busy preparing for the banner in the gym hall and as for her, she was yet to complete with a few art pieces to be displayed on the day of the festival.
Eunhee and Misun left home after classes were over as they both didn't had after school club activities today.
So here she was, all alone in the art room.
Her school's art room wasn't that big but not so small either.
It was a cosy place, perfect for painting peacefully.
On the left was a cupboard filled with varities of paint supplies and a bunch of canvas boards lying on the floor. A couch was situated right next to the window with a coffee table infront of it.
On the right was the place where the club members can paint peacefully. A window was also situated right next to it where one can see the beautiful Seungri High school campus.
Placing her palette on the stool next to her, Dasom stretches her arms before looking at her hands that were now covered with paint.
She lets out a chuckle before looking out the window.
The view infront of her was so mesmerizing as she finds herself getting relaxed.
"Okay one last touch and I can go home," she huffs, clenching her fists before taking the palette in her hands and continuing her art piece.
As she was making some details on her art, her brush slips from her hand when she hears the door of the art room slam open.
She swiftly turns her head towards the door, only to let out a scoff when she sees the person near the door.
"What're you doing here?," Dasom asks, a hint of annoyance in her tone as she looks at the guy who seems to be following her everywhere.
Why does he keep appearing out of no where?
Yeonjun clicks his tongue in annoyance before putting his hand on his left pant pocket as one of his bag strap was slinging on his shoulder. "Wasn't this the store room?," he says, eyes trailing around the room which looks too grant to be a store room.
