Maybe we have always been on same page just on seperate lines🍃
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While one loved getting painted in love, the other enjoyed writing about love in poems. Both of them equally cast spells on their two different lives and result in beautiful collisi...
"So you aren't happy in your marriage" he looked at me.
I just hummed while sipping on my coffee.
"Don't you love your husband?" He quirked his brows at me.
"We live like strangers in the same house PJM" I replied to him irritated.
"You can call me Park Jimin or Jimin" he said smiling at me.
"Chimchim is more better you artist..jim..jim..in...chim..chim" I snapped back at him smiling. While he just sat there staring at me with a warm smile on his face.
"You lost?" I did a finger snap, bringing him out of his bubble.
"Upto you!" He smiled. He looked so nice smiling, it was difficult to believe that he can also frown like other humans, I mean he looked such a happy genuine guy.
"No it's okay, let's carry on with Jimin" I shrugged.
" Okay, so what do you feel about me after knowing me. I mean am I still a pervert artist to you?" He questioned back, giggling.
"I think after knowing you , or after having a proper conversation with you, I believe you are a nice genuine human..." I smiled at him.
Ofcourse, He was genuinely nice, I felt like after so long I finally got someone to tell my sick married life story. He listened to me and responded well. He didn't judge me and that's what I personally liked a lot about him.
He was different, different than Jeon. He was a stranger still he felt like my own. But Jeon who was my husband he felt like a complete stranger to me. I didn't knew the reason to this very specifically but I really liked how warm hearted Jimin was.
Maybe because we were artists that made us more happy in each other's company.
"So heartist it's time to drop you back home" Jimin said, as he stood up and took his car keys from the side desk of the drawing room.
"Heartist?" I asked.. as I couldn't get it.
"A person with a nice heart and who respects art...is heartist to me" He smiled at me.
"Ohhoooo....So PJM the heartist knows how to paint art and win hearts" I replied to him.
"My pleasure" and he bowed infront of me. Making me laugh. Ohh dear lord! I was laughing whole heartily after so long. . . . . . . I found a friend in him, a confidante, the one with whom you can freely converse. He felt like home. For the next few weeks we met daily, we shared our secrets, ate lots of tiramisus in his favourite cafe, went to visit museums, art galleries. And he tried to accompany me to my poet meets too.
Time flies so quick in his company. I had started going home late again. And I knew that Jeon was suspicious about this. But well again, he didn't ask me where I was? Because he knew I wouldn't answer and all that he would get will be an uncomfortable night.
In the process of visiting place and sharing my heart out to Jimin, i started to feel a different sort of connection with him. The connection which makes you feel that you have known the person from eternity. It felt as if I was talking to my soulmate. I was with him, and I felt that I was blessed and when I was not with him, he was still in my head roaming around, every While. He had started to become the centre of attraction for me, I felt like as if he was a magician and I got lost in his charms for forever. He made me feel those butterflies, which I had never felt ever in life. Those tickling feeling in stomach while he would chuckle on calls. I could sense new changes in me after I met him.
One day he asked me to visit his home. To my surprise all I found was certain new sketches he made of me, they looked bold and sexy at the same time.
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