The Colors of Love - Minsung

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For the next few weeks, the effects of the portrait were clearly present. Hyunjin wasn't kidding when he said that Jisung's admirers had increased drastically!

Heck, in less than two weeks, he's received twenty-two confessions. Twenty-two! Everywhere he went, people were constantly staring at him, pointing at him, and murmuring under their breaths.

It didn't help that someone posted a picture of the portrait online. Not only has the picture been shared over a hundred times, but Jisung's fan club has apparently now expanded to other schools as well.

It wasn't until a month later that things seemed to settle down much to Jisung's relief. Apparently, they took down the display.

However, Jisung still had no idea who the artist was because, let's face it, he had no connections to the people in the art section. None.

He had already asked Hyunjin and Seungmin for help, but they were both clueless as to who the artist could be.

Just when things were finally starting to return back to normal again, Jisung finds himself being the center of gossip, again.

"Dude, you have to come see this right now!" Hyunjin was once again dragging him through the halls to the art gallery.

Jisung found himself back in front of the dreaded display case, which was once again, crowded by murmuring students.

The old portrait was in fact gone, but it was replaced by a different painting. Wait, no. It was a sketch. In pencil. And it was even more beautiful than the last.

Jisung gasped in surprise. Whoever drew this, made him look breathtaking. It was so realistic that he had to take a second to remind himself that he was supposed to be mad.

He eyed the sketch up and down. Still no signature or indication of who the artist could possibly be. He made up his mind. That's it. He had to find out who were behind these drawings.

He had to give this unknown person a piece of his mind. This had to stop once and for all. This couldn't go on for much longer!

To be continued...