The King's Obsession

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C66 - Paints- Part 1

Lisa's already wide eyes stared back at Jungkook, and she pushed his chest with her hands to get away, which he didn't. He watched her trying to get away from him, but he was having too much fun seeing her struggle. After a minute, it seemed like she finally understood that her struggle was futile against his hold.      

"You knocked the canvas, paints and oil. Do you know how much they cost?" he asked before letting her go.      

"I am sorry about the paints," she apologised, bowing her head as it wasn't her intention to create a mess here.      

She rubbed her arms, her eyes looking down at the things she had indeed knocked. The red paint was spilt on the ground. She walked forward to pick up the canvas that laid on the ground to set it back up the way it was before, but when she tried it, the wooden stand didn't stand still and continued to fall. She felt Jungkook step forward, who swatted her hand away from the stand and in a second, he had got the stand to sit firmly on the ground along with the canvas.      

Feeling awkward for the mess that was created, Lisa picked up the brushes that had clattered down, bringing it to be placed at the side of the stand.      

"You don't listen, do you?" asked Jungkook, his voice deep and Lisa took a step back for him to move around the canvas.     

"I didn't mean to knock them down," she whispered.      

"Of course, you didn't," he gave her a look like he knew better before saying, "You got some paint splashed on the canvas. How are you going to fix it?" he asked her.      

Lisa frowned, taking a look at the canvas to see spots of red that were on her face. She didn't understand how the canvas caught paint when it was the paint that fell first on the ground. Not able to keep quiet, she said, "The paint shouldn't have been there."     

"Are you suggesting that I was the one who found time to sprinkle paint on the art I created?" The smile on Jungkook's lips was long gone since the time he had let her go from his arms. She didn't know what to say to this, her eyes taking in the paints before she said,     

"Maybe this is the way of God telling you, you shouldn't paint things like these," she said to him, heart skipping a beat when he took a step forward towards her.     

"Things like what?" he looked at her curiously waiting to hear her answer. His eyes moved to look at her lips and then to her eyes. Lisa knew that Jungkook knew what she was speaking about but instead, he wanted to hear it from her lips, "There are so many paintings in here, Lisa. Which one are you talking about?"      

She clutched her hands and then replied to his question, "The one where you have painted me."     

"Painted you? I have barely even touched you to paint, my sweet girl," his mouth twisted as he said this to her, seeing how quick the blood rushed to her face with his simple words that turned her embarrassed. He then said, "So what if I have painted you? It is not like the houses or the trees cry that they are seen and drawn."      

Lisa didn't know how to feel with her face painted in the canvas not by anyone but by Jungkook who was now looking at her with a smouldering gaze. It was the way he had painted her, the thought of her half-asleep with hair sprawled and only a sheet covering her body insinuated the ideas he had in his mind.      

"Tell me," he pressed for an answer from her.      

Lisa dropped her gaze from him, not looking at his art but instead at the mess she had created on the floor, "T-the one with me like that."