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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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As the final brushstrokes adorn the canvas, completing the masterpiece that is Serene, Yeonjun walks into the library.
With a huff, he plops himself down in one of the plush lounge chairs, crossing his arms over his chest and fixing me with an intense gaze.
The colors of the painting seem to come to life in response, dancing and swirling with energy.
The faint smell of turpentine lingers in the air, a reminder of the hours spent perfecting each delicate detail.
My heart races as I await Yeonjun's reaction to my creation, knowing that his intense stare must mean he has an opinion—but instead, I get a furrowed brow.
"Are you alright?" I ask gently, trying to ease the tension.
"Is that serene?" he asks, his gaze still fixed on the painting. I nod, a small shrug accompanying my reply.
"It's where Jungkook and I had our first date. Well, our only date. The second one was cut short by work." yeonjun snorts.
"You're married now. Plenty of dates to be had." His blunt response catches me off guard, and I tilt my head.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, worried I've done something to upset or offend him.
His jaw tightens. He exhales sharply through his nose, as if weighing his words.
"There's just a lot going on, and I'm stuck—" He stops himself abruptly, his expression hardening.
I hesitate before offering lightly,
"Babysitting me?" The words leave a guilty taste in my mouth.
I know he could be handling other business for Jungkook instead of being here with me.
Yeonjun presses his lips into a thin line before shaking his head. "Forget it, I'm sorry."
Then, as if resetting, he straightens up in his chair and asks formally,
"Do you have anywhere you want to go, Mrs. Jeon?" I can't help the giggle that escapes me.
"No, Mr. Yeonjun, I have nowhere I need to be," I reply in the same mock-formal tone.
A smirk plays across his face, and the tension between us eases.
"How long have you been painting?" he asks.
"I've dabbled on and off all my life, but now, thanks to Jungkook, I have this." I gesture around the room with pride. He nods in understanding.
"I always thought I'd be good at painting, but I'm shit at most things artistically."
"Would you like to try your hand at it?"
He exhales, tilting his head. "I don't have time for painting."
