Arranged to Hate you. M.Y.G

Felt so good.

The nights have always been Eunji's favourite,it let's her soul calm down,and gives her time,for herself,and for her depression.Her these sleepless night may not cure her insomnia gifted by her trauma,but it allows her to learn,bit by bit,about herself.And she may or may not be glad about it, but it's utterly pleasing,

as she draws another stroke with the brush to paint his hair,carefull about the colour,trying and wanting to make it actually look like a sunkissed figure.

But it was something about his lips she couldn't make out why,she started feeling the urge to pull them closer to hers,even though his whole personality was no where near like her,she found herself wanting to feel how they would mould together,

Her thoughts started going crazy by the time she finished painting the rose petals scattered around his neck,

She was supposed to marry this guy.

She was supposed to spend all her life with this guy.

She was supposed to be in love with this guy,

It was even crazier how she almost imagined herself sacrificing her freedom just so she could stare at his brown orbs.

"My freedom is not so cheap." She told herself underneath her breathe as if convincing herself to not give up so easily over a gorgeous looking man, she closed her eyes once pretty tightly and opened them to look at her phone,

Ignoring the '3:00 AM', she rolled her eyes at the song,

"And I was wondering why I thought I was in love,"

She scrolled through her playlist and almost switched the song 'All of them dreams' to some other relaxing one.

But there was something in those dark brown orbs,holding some sort if emotions,that this song reminded her of them,like a siren song,like a proper drug, hence,although the song reminded her of him, and although she hated it,

She replayed it,

And placed it on snooze.

"Guess we'll hate getting addicted to this song," she sighed to herself and continued painting him, "just like how I hate you."

She mixed some red and orange with white,to paint his skin on cheeks,not sure of herself,and maybe he too wasn't sure,if he was blushing looking at her, or maybe it was just the weather,raining while the sun is out, sweating when the wind is blowing cold.Air humid but pretty comfortable to wear enough layers clothes.

Eunji eyes trailed down his lips, after almost finishing up the portrait,

"What's so special?"

" I'll never know,"

How it would feel to be even closer than they were before,will it feel more beautiful?If his hands held her waist not just to hold her from falling,but hold her for falling,in love,with him.

In love with him?

"No!"

I breathed heavily, crawling backwards, not even wasting a little bit of time to get up, i just needed to get away from the painting, away from the painting of 'him',
away from 'him'.

No way in the hell I would give up that easily, just to feel the love,

No way I would give in.

No no no!

I closed my eyes and pulled my knees near to my chest,curling up against a painted wall,trying to find some sort of comfort.Amidst the thunderstorms of emotions,I have always wanted to feel the love,and when I was finally feeling it,it scared me to death.