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Chapter 8: Frustration

Y/N's POV

It was 3 in the afternoon and I'm at the rooftop, letting the light shine on the canvas on its stand I waa starting to work on.

I wore a white shirt and a denim jumpsuit in barefeet. I put my hair up with a ponytail and I bit a paintbrush while I put my hands on my hips side by side as I stared at the blank canvas, standing on newspapers to protect the ground from spilled paints.

He said I need to put my feelings on my artworks. I need to be passionate about it and accept the results wholeheartedly.

I brushed my hands together and approached the canvas.

I started to work on it and realized the messed up parts.

I started another one, trying a positive approach from the art, but it was also messed up.

I started another one again, I tried painting a view from the sky but it was just not my style, so in frustration, I pushed it as it landed on the ground.

I started another one again, splashed with different colors of paint, whatever I liked to but it just didn't look right.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again, the sun started to come down as usual, leaving me with failed artworks. I threw the paintbrush on the ground and I groaned out of frustration. I put my arms up and laid my hands on my head, then suddenly I received a notification.

"Why do I feel like you need me this time or I just miss you? I don't know, take a guess, maybe?" Another text from the annoying person as he sent an emoji with a tongue out. I rolled my eyes as I twitch my upper-right lip.

I sat on the ground and admired the view instead as I felt the wind brush on my skin.

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I went back inside the house along with my tools as I received another notification and put the tools on the counter. I grabbed my phone out and checked the notification.

"Meow?" I rolled my eyes.

"Get lost, cat."  I texted back.

"Wow, you must be like that to other cats. How rude." He replied with a frowning emoji.

I sighed as I closed my phone and placed it down the counter.

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Jimin's POV

"Hyung! You didn't tell us you're coming home! We should've prepared you something, right?" Jungkook pleaded as Hoseok wrapped an arm around his shoulders and messed the young lad's hair.

"Yah, Hobi-hyung. You really make me mad." I pointed at Hoseok as I approached him and hugged him. Taehyung joined the hug and after awhile, we pulled away.

"Hyung, aren't the others supposed to come home with you?" Taehyung asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I just realize it's my dispatch day. Maybe they'll come home soon as well." He answered.

We nodded and we decided to order a meal for the celebration.

We laughed and chatted and cried and catch up with him with new stories.

"I still can't get over how Namjoon did with the weapons, it was so funny!" Hoseok laughed as he showed a picture of Namjoon wiping the weapons with a cloth. "He was supposed to just clean them but suddenly he clicked the trigger that made it hit on the ground."

"Yah, that's dangerous." Jungkook said in shock while Taehyung chuckled.

"He should be careful next time or probably avoid those kinds of tasks." Taehyung added.

"Yeah, you're right." Hoseok sighed after laughing so hard. I looked over to his phone as I got curious for more stories. He swiped few photos until I saw a very familiar person.

"Oh wait, swipe it back. Who's that?" I asked.

He swiped the picture back and showed it to me.

My eye widened as I saw her on the photo, after all these years being friends with Hobi-hyung, I didn't know he had a sister.

"Who? Oh, they're my family, we went out last night but dad slept earlier. So it was just mom, Y/N, and me." He answered as he smiled at me.

"Oh, your sister is very pretty." Jungkook as looked over and pointed at her on the photo.

"Yeah, my sister is really pretty but look at her at this photo." Hoseok swiped two more photos and showed us an epic fail pose of Y/N.

We laughed so much but I laughed out of cuteness, I didn't know Y/N could be so funny after all.

"Hyung, I didn't know you have a sister. Why didn't you tell us?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't? Why didn't you ask?" He asked sarcastically as he laughed. "But I know you guys can be a jerk sometimes, so I didn't even think about telling about my sister, so." He shrugged. "I have always been protective of her ever since, but except for her ex. I have known him in the training." He added.

We nodded and listenedto him.

"And yep, we've been close and I know he'll be good for Y/N." He said looking down at the photo. "Unfortunately they didn't work out." He smiled dryly and avoided talking about his painful death. "So, don't even think about hitting on my sister." He looked up at us and mocked us as he laughed.

I knew about their past and I knew they didn't work out because Hyunsoo died.

I just looked down with sadness as I play with my fingers.

"You really don't want us to date your sister?" Jungkook asked.

I turned to Jungkook with a confused look and furrowed eyebrows.

Haven't he saw Y/N's face when I met her at the club? Gosh Jungkook, you're always clueless. I sighed and palmed my face.

"Don't even get me started." He replied and Jungkook laughed.

I looked over to Taehyung and he seemed to notice the elephant in the room. He knew what was happening, he looked back at me and raised his brows as he smiled downwards. I looked over to Jungkook and rolled my eyes.

The situation makes me frustrated, I didn't know how to tell hyung about her, and I also didn't know how to help Y/N about what she went through.

Hyung might cut me off if he knew about this, what should I do?

"Y/N went through so much, I don't want her to let her break her again."

I won't let that happen, hyung.

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