Dangerous Desire

part. 18

BELLA

When Hyunjin said he had an idea, I didn't think he'd bring me to his fucking house.

"Why are we here?" I ask hesitantly, confused.

"You'll see." Hyunjin replies, unlocking his front door and opening it, holding it for me to walk through.

With hesitation, I do. However, it's pitch black and suddenly I'm nervous. This doesn't look like a horror film at all.

"Where are your parents?" I feel the need to whisper.

Hyunjin locks the door behind him, switching on a lamp near the front door so I can actually see him. "My mum and sister are probably asleep and my dads at work." he explains as he takes his shoes off.

I do the same, placing them next to Hyunjin's and follow him when he starts walking off into the house.

"You're not gonna kill me are you?" my intrusive thoughts win but Hyunjin just giggles, placing his forefinger on his pouted lips.

"Shh. I've got something to show you."

And with that, I let him lead me to a room, opening the door and letting me walk through first. The smell of paint and clay instantly fills my nose and when Hyunjin flicks the light on, a gasp leaves my mouth.

The room is quite small but every corner is filled with paintings and sculptures. Some are hanging up, big and small, and some are just leaning against the wall. On the left there's a case filled with clay pots and sculptures. There's also a desk, filled with papers, paints, pencils and tools.

"Wow." is all I can say as I admire the work I assume is his mothers.

"I've never shown anyone this before so..." Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"It's beautiful." I whisper, gravitating towards the sculptures. "I see where you get your talent from." I laugh lightly and I see Hyunjin stand next to me from the corner of my eye.

"Learned from the best."

I let his sentence linger in the air as I carry on to admire his mother's work. It's ridiculous that no one wants these, I feel like they could be put up in a gallery.

Hyunjin let's me wonder around, admiring every piece his mother has created. I could be in here for hours. I spend however long looking at every single detail she's made, loving the fact she doesn't rush. You can tell she takes a lot of care and pride in her work, something I admire a lot about her and I haven't even met her.

Wondering off absentmindedly, I feel Hyunjin's eyes on me as I walk over to the desk. I don't want to pry or make it seem like I'm nosy, but I can't help myself when I see drawings - the ones similar to my childhood ones.

"Who made these?" I pick one up from the pile. It's a drawing of a house, the sun and some stick men along with flowers. The paper is protected by a plastic sleeve which melts my heart.

"Me." Hyunjin walks up beside me, picking another one up from the pile. "I was drawing all the time when I was young. Never put my pencils down." he smiles, like he's recalling the memories.

"My childhood bedroom is full of my drawings." I tell him which makes him look at me. "Seems we have a lot in common." I smile and he's smiles too, making my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah." Hyunjin breathes, scanning his eyes all over my face. My breath gets caught in my throat and I suddenly feel shy by his gaze on me.

Distracting myself, I look at the clock on the wall above the desk and see it's getting very late. "I should probably head home. It's late." I smile sheepishly, scratching the back of my hot neck.