THE BET 🦋

XI.

I sat at my easel, at school, a small paintbrush in hand, carefully adding details to a delicate butterfly wing. I was lost in my work, my mind focused on the intricate patterns and vibrant colors I was bringing to life on the canvas.
The sound of my favorite music filled my ears, drowning out the outside world and allowing me to fully immerse myself in the work.
As I worked, my thoughts wandered to Jea-eon. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach every time I saw him.
Suddenly I felt someone take the headphone out of my ear and whispered in a seductive voice "What are you doing Nabi? Are you painting butterflies?"
I turned my face to Jea-eon, who was leaning over me from behind and I felt a blush rising to my cheeks.
"Yes," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I find them fascinating. The way they move, the colors... there's something magical about them."
Jea-eon nodded, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I know what you mean. They're like living works of art. Just like you," he added, giving me a flirtatious smile.
I felt my heart skip a beat at his words, and I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"You're such a charmer, Jea-eon," I said, trying to play it cool.
Jea-eon chuckled. "I can't help it. I'm just drawn to beautiful things, and you definitely qualify."
I felt a rush of heat spreading through my body, and I knew I was blushing furiously.Jea-eon walked over to the other easel, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the electricity in the air between us, the unspoken attraction that seemed to spark whenever we were together.
As he settled into the chair beside me, he couldn't help but let his gaze drift over my shoulder, taking in the details of my painting. He watched as I added the finishing touches to a particularly intricate butterfly wing, my eyes focused and my movements precise.
"You're really talented, you know that?" he said, breaking the silence between us.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his words, but I tried to hide my embarrassment.
"Thanks," I murmured, keeping my eyes fixed on my painting.
Jea-eon leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You know what I love most about watching you work?" he whispered.
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his proximity, but I managed to keep my composure.
"What's that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jea-eon's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine.
"The way you get so lost in what you're doing," he said. "It's like nothing else in the world matters to you except for this moment, this painting."
I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me at his words, and I couldn't help but smile.
"You get it," I said, my eyes lighting up.
Jea-eon nodded, his eyes softening. "Of course I do," he said.
We sat there in silence for a few moments longer, lost in our own thoughts and emotions. But as I looked back at my painting, I knew that everything was about to change.
"Nabi," he said. "Do you want to come see some of my art?"
I slowly turned towards him, a smile playing at my lips. I couldn't believe what I just heard.
Is he opening to me?
"Sure," I said, intrigued. "Where is it?"
Jea-eon grinned, his eyes lighting up. "It's at my atelier," he said. "At my workroom."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, but I tried to hide my excitement. I wanted to go. I wanted to know more about him.
"Okay," I said. "When do you want to go?"
Jea-eon leaned in even closer, his breath warm against my ear.
"How about now?" he whispered.
I felt a surge of anticipation at his words, but I tried to play it cool.
"Sure," I said, trying to keep her voice even.
Jea-eon grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Great."

My heart raced as Jea-eon led me through his workplace. The studio was filled with an eclectic mix of paintings, sculptures, and other works of art, and I felt a sense of awe wash over me. I had always been interested in art, but I had never seen so much of it in one place before.
As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jea-eon. He looked so confident and at ease in this environment, like he belonged here. It was fascinating to watch him move through the space with such ease.
Finally, we reached a corner of the studio that was hidden behind a large black curtain. Jea-eon stepped forward and pulled back the curtain to reveal his final semestral work - a massive butterfly sculpture.
I gasped as I took in the sculpture. It was stunning - the butterfly's wings were made of delicate glass, and its body was a sleek silver metal. It looked like it could take flight at any moment.
Jea-eon grinned as he watched me take in the sculpture.
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice laced with excitement.
I turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "It's incredible," I said, my voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Jea-eon's grin widened. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "It took me months to complete."
I nodded, feeling a newfound respect for Jea-eon's talent. I had always known that he was an artist, but I had never realized just how skilled he was.
As they walked back through the studio, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. I was excited to see what other treasures Jea-eon had hidden away, and I couldn't wait to see more of the world through his eyes.
"Actually," he suddenly said breaking the silence, "my apartment is upstairs above the workshop. Do you want to see my butterflies?"
I think that my answer was pretty obvious from the beginning. I wanted to know more about him so long, that now, when I have that chance, I don't want to miss it.
I felt my heart pounding as Jea-eon led me up to his apartment. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nerves - I had never been to his home before, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

Finally, we reached the door to his apartment, and Jea-eon pulled out a key to unlock it. I watched as he turned the key in the lock, feeling a thrill of anticipation building inside me.
As w estepped inside, I was immediately struck by the warmth of the space. It was cozy and inviting, filled with soft lighting and comfortable furnishings.
Jea-eon led me over to a corner of the room where several large sculptures were propped up against the wall. "These are some of my newest sculptures," he said, gesturing towards them. "I've been experimenting with different techniques lately."
I studied the paintings, feeling a sense of wonder wash over me. Each one was more beautiful than the last, and she found herself drawn to the way Jea-eon used color and texture to create a sense of depth and movement.
Suddenly, Jea-eon turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But that's not what I wanted to show you," he said.
I felt her heart skip a beat as Jea-eon led me over to a corner of the room where a large glass case was sitting on a table. Inside the case were dozens of delicate butterfly specimens, each one more stunning than the last.
"These are some of my favorites," Jea-eon said, his voice low and husky. "I collect them from all over the world."
I couldn't take her eyes off the butterflies. They looked so delicate and otherworldly, like they belonged in a fairy tale.
"They are beautiful," Jea-eon said, "just like you.
I turned my gaze to him. He looked into mine with his beautiful eyes
Come with me," he said, leading her towards a door at the back of the room. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I trusted Jea-eon completely.
It was his bedroom we entered. I couldn't help but think how many girls before me had seen his bedroom. I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't stop.
Jae-eon closed the door behind us and came to me.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as Jea-eon leaned in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I felt myself melt into him. For a moment, it was just the two of us, lost in the moment and the warmth of the room.
As we pulled away, Jea-eon smiled at me, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I've wanted to do that whole day," he said.
He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers, gesturing for me to sit.
I felt a sense of excitement wash over me as I sat down on the bed, my eyes never leaving Jeaeon's.
Jea-eon began to slowly undress me, his hands lingering on every curve of my body.
His fingers traced a path down my back, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a soft moan, lost in the sensation of his touch. He leaned in to kiss me again, his lips exploring mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as our bodies melded together.
Our breathing was heavy, our hearts pounding with a newfound passion that they had never known before.
As we moved together, our bodies melding into one, I felt a sense of pure bliss wash over me.
Our movements became more urgent, our passion building with each passing moment. I felt a sense of pure ecstasy wash over me as we shared this moment in the most intimate way possible.
We reached our peak together, our bodies entwined in a frenzy of pure passion.

That day I thought that I had found something truly special with Jea-eon.
That day I didn't know yet, that he will soon destroy me.