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Three more days passed away. Taehyung had started to concentrate well on reading and writing without any problem. That was a quick response by his body and mind. Even Jungkook was surprised to see him doing so well. He had also started to write a paragraph in his diary everyday.
Taehyung and Jungkook were shy to face each other too as their inner feelings were making them to do so. Yet they tried to talk normally and forget everything, and also tried to let the things go like before.
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It was morning. Jungkook came to see Taehyung in his room, but found it to be empty.
"Ajamma! Where is Taehyung? I couldn't find him there. Did he have food?" Jungkook asked as he walked into the kitchen and found the main working there.
"He had breakfast an hour ago and he is in the art room. He went there after a long time! Must be painting something." Ajamma replied as she removed her hand gloves after doing the dishes.
"Oh.....where is that room? I will check him if it is fine...."
Ajamma nodded as she came out of the kitchen and showed him the room.
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*knock knock*
"Tae!" Jungkook called out softly, followed by the knock.
"Come in!" A voice came from inside at which he opened the door and stepped inside.
He walked inside, just to see a big room full of a lot of painting stuffs and canvas boards. Some were painted, and some were blank. There was a big wooden cupboard where many buckets of colours were arranged. He also found a table in a corner at which a big colour tray was kept along with many brushes of different shape and sizes were scattered around.
Jungkook shifted his gaze towards the older, who was found holding a thin brush in his hand. He probably was drawing something on the blank white canvas and creating some colourful art work, slightly stroking his brush on the surface. The doctor walked closer to get a better view of the raven and his art work.
The first thing that caught his attention was Taehyung's well sculptured face. Which had some paint smudged on his left cheek and jaw.
"𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒕?"
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