Fearless | Kim Joon Goo

Chapter 8

I frowned while looking at the empty canvas in front of me. We are sitting in front of the shore with a small easel on the table to support our canvas.

Goo has started painting already, he is so excited that he recreated his painting a coouple times already. The white paint is half empty because of him.

I sighed and picked up the round tip brush. Using it as  tool for finding a reference. I turned in my position trying to find the perfect subject using the paint brush.

I stopped when the center ended in Goo being the background. I slowly put down the paint brush to see him better.

Only now that I see his features clearly. How his brows knots while staring at his work. How he looked so attractive when he is focused and serious. As if every part of his face was sculpted by the heavens.

Why can't we just sculp instead? I would probably have made the abs part already.

"Paint me instead of staring at me like I'm a piece of meat."

My eyes fluttered as Goo's voice woke me up. I hissed at him and he chuckled. I gave emy attention back empty canvas.

"Good idea." I said my thoughts out loud.

"What?" Goo asked, almost taken back.

"Nothing." I squinted my eyes at him. "Don't look."

I stand up and moved my chair a bit far from him, so that we would be facing each other. I pursed my lips into a pout while thinking of how to put him in the painting in a beautiful way. Not the portrait way because I feel like I would be doing commission instead.

"Stop pouting."

I raised my head. "Hmm?"

"I said stop pouting." He repeated his words clearly.

I bit my lips and let go. "Why?"

"Just don't." He said, his voice full of restraint.

"Okay?" I weirdly answered and mind my business.

"Aha!" I shouted in joy.

I finally have the perfect idea what to do. Since I have been rumbling about sculpting, I'll just paint a sculpture of Goo! Isn't that a good idea?

Goo turned to my direction in curiosity. Waiting for me to speak out the idea in my head.

I waved my hand in the air, dismissing him. Goo pursed his lips into a pout before going back to his work.

"This are mine now." I took the black and white paints.

His brows furrows in disagreement. "What? No."

I teasingly showed my tongue at him. "You can use magic for yours."

Goo groaned and retreats. "Fine." He smirks. "And all the other colors are mine."

"Sure." I pushed the other color to his place. "I won't be needing them."

He chuckled. "Just don't beg for these later."

I snorted at him. "Oh, promise. It would be you instead."

With that our competitiveness sparkes our adrenaline to start working. As if itwas a competition with a gran prize of a million dollars.

Now this is getting fun.

I started painting Goo's left upper face without a sketch. Since it's just black and white, the colors for shading and highlights are easy to make and put.

A silence grew between us, taking the little painting color competition seriously. Only the sounds of the waves hitting the sand and the leaves on the tree brunches that brushes at each other was all that I could hear.