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not the first time ena's struggling with her own art, debating wether if this piece of art she created will make her dad approve her that she's a talented daughter no one could ask for, and that she's not known as the 'artist's daughter' but herself.
her eyebrows furrowed, she got a few paint stains on her cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away although she couldn't careless about her skin being damaged, all she cares about is getting the validation she thinks she deserve from her dad for trying her best.
"don't go hard on yourself, babe."
she keeps brushing the paint brush on the canvas in front of her, gritting her teeth when the thought of her art being rejected again by her own dad before she shook her head and presses the brush of her paint brush to the canvas harshly, leaving a thick colored ink on the canvas, –a not so intentional mistake she sometimes make–
"i messed up again..!" she tightly grip her paint brush, looking down in dissapointment. it was a common mistake she made when she's irritated or too focused on her dad's criticism that she ended up ruining her painting.
watching her getting all irritated over 'a simple mistake', you who had been watching her the whole time, sitting on her bed. as if she hadn't notice you had been there by the time you arrive in her room. she was too focused on her painting, you know that she seems to be always in her own world when she's painting.
you get up from her bed and get behind her, surprising her by patting her waist and placing your chin on her shoulder.
"you seem so focused dear,"
"[name]! when did you get here?"
"too focused that you didn't notice me sooner." you finish and look at the canvas she's been painting on, then you look at the thick colored ink, only to think that the mistake she did made the painting looks cooler.
her shoulders were tense, hands trembling and her finger tips are red from all the painting she's been doing, and she smells like paint with a mix of her sweat. you grab the nearest napkin on your reach and wipe her paint stains on her cheeks off.
"why don't you take a break? look, i bought cheesecake just for you." hearing her favourite food is enough to make her let go of the brush and take off her painting apron. she went to the washroom to wash her hands and face for a few minutes before coming back to her room.
because you know without a bribe like her favourite food, she won't take a break.
"thank you, [name]! you're the best!" she sat down in front of the small table in the middle of her room, joining you on digging in her favourite dessert.
she sit beside you, passing the plate of sliced cheesecake to her as you watch her eating in delight, the sight warms your heart. you've always have the desire to make ena the happiest girl in the world. she hardly spoils herself, that's why you're here to spoil her.
while she's eating, you got an idea you don't know if she likes it or not. you take the chance when she's busy eating the cheesecake, you take out your phone and tap on your camera roll, adjusting your phone on a great angle.
then you call her name.
"ena."
and when she look at your direction, you snap a pic of her still chewing on the cake with a goofy look plastered on her face. you look from your camera roll her face went bright red as she tries to take your phone away from your hold.
"[name]! delete that!" she whines as you move your phone further from her reach, giggling at her effort.
"why~? you look cute here you know~" you peck her cheek, and that make her stop to continue eating, she give you a timid slap on your shoulder before leaning on them.
"you're such a tease. but i love you for that."
"aww i love you too, baby."
well, at least she got a loving boyfriend whose there to give her emotional support, giving her words of affirmation when she needs it, the validation she has always yearn for illustrating.
for her, you're the perfect boyfriend she can never ask for, the sweetest one she can ever imagine, and the high sense of perception of your surroundings when the slightest things changes. and that perception of yours, sometimes comes very handy.
but there's time when you're not so glad for noticing the smallest things a person does or behaving.
like once people said,
the less you know, the better it'd be.
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fokin back with a prsk fics after 2 months in tumblr reading kpop shots. anyways thank you for being patient with me and waiting for my prsk/others fics. much love yeay
