- Royal !¡ au
- ❝ Haven't changed a bit, have you?
Still pretending to be untouchable. ❞
- ❝ You're hardly worth
my attention, Hongjoong. ❞
Ended : 28/01/24
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In the quiet sanctuary of their art studio, Yuna sat on her boyfriend's lap, her fingers delicately maneuvering the paintbrush across the canvas.
The soft strokes of color seemed to flow from her soul, a visual representation of the emotions that danced within.
Hongjoong's arms wrapped around her, his presence a comforting embrace. He watched with a mixture of admiration and love as Yuna's artistic vision unfolded before him.
The scent of paint lingered in the air, a fragrance that had become synonymous with their shared moments of creation.
"You bring life to these canvases," Hongjoong whispered, his breath tickling Yuna's ear. "It's like each stroke tells a story only our hearts can understand."
Yuna smiled, her eyes reflecting the depth of her connection with the art and the man holding her. "They're stories written in colors, Joong. Stories we've hidden away for too long."
As the final touches found their place on the canvas, Yuna set the brush aside and turned to face Hongjoong.
His eyes held a warmth that mirrored the glow of the studio's soft lighting. Without a word, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her cheek.
"You're my masterpiece," he murmured, his lips finding hers in a kiss that spoke volumes.
They lingered in the moment, the kiss a silent promise of shared dreams and unspoken aspirations.
When they parted, Yuna's eyes sparkled with a mix of emotions. "This studio holds more than just paintings, you know. It's a vault of our passion, dreams, and love."
Hongjoong nodded, his fingers now intertwined with hers. "And I think it's time we let some of it spill beyond these walls."
A thoughtful silence hung in the air as they contemplated the prospect of sharing their creations with the world. The art studio, once a secret haven, was now poised on the brink of a new chapter.
"I've been sketching some designs," Hongjoong admitted, his gaze meeting Yuna's. "Fashion pieces inspired by the colors you bring to life on canvas."
Yuna's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Really? I'd love to see them."
He grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "I was thinking of a fashion show, where your paintings serve as the backdrop. A fusion of our worlds."
The idea ignited a spark of excitement in Yuna's eyes. "A collaboration? That sounds incredible!"
They sat there, hands intertwined, discussing the possibilities that lay ahead. The art studio, once a cocoon, was now becoming a launchpad for their creative endeavors.
As they spoke, a sense of anticipation filled the studio. The prospect of unveiling their creations to the world carried both excitement and a hint of vulnerability. Yet, in each other's company, they found the courage to take that step.
