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A FEW YEARS LATER

If I thought that a few years ago, that was the peak of my fame, I would be very wrong now.

It was almost like an honour for people to have my works. They continued selling for higher and higher, and although that's not exactly what I really wanted to happen. Could I really complain?

No, I was making a shitload of money, so what's really the issue?

Regardless, I had made it internationally, not solely Korea, and sometimes we even had to travel outside of Korea to deliver art shows and whatnot.

It was a fun experience, and over the past few years, Niki and I had started a family.

I head inside the house, it had been a pretty long day, and the heels on my feet were killing me, I wanted to simply take this dress off me and tie my hair up.

So, kicking off my heels, I head upstairs, hearing giggles coming from my studio.

The faint laugher of my son, mixed with the small chuckles from Niki caused a warm, hearty smile to rise upon my lips.

I slowly and quietly made my way up to the studio, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Look, won't she love it?" Niki's voice was full of joy and sweetness, "Clearly got the skill from your mother."

I gave a faint chuckle, walking towards my studio, the door was wide open, which allowed me to see whatever the hell they were doing.

I leant against the frame of the door, tired, but a smile stained my face looking at the two.

Niki was sat on my chair, our son on his lap, and our son painting with his hands and occasionally a paintbrush on a blank canvas.

He was using my most expensive paints, and my best paintbrushes - but that didn't even matter to me, because seeing this sight honestly paid the price.

The two didn't see me yet, so I just watched. Watched as Niki also, took his dominant hand and dipped it in paint, he pressed it against the canvas full of colours, right beside his son's handprint.

I thought I was literally going to combust in that moment, ever since he became a dad, he had become an even sweeter man - I didn't even know how that even happened, but clearly somehow it did.

Our son clapped, a grin printed straight onto his face as he stared at his first ever creation. He may have paint all over his clothes, hands, face, but it was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.

Niki gave a small laugh, before turning his head and realising that I was actually here. He raised his brows, then pointed towards me so our son could turn around and look at me.

"Haruto, who's this?" Niki pointed over to me, the most angelic of smiles caressing his face as he stared at my face.

Haruto turned his head, and his face lit up, another pure smile crossing his face as he realised that his mother was home.

Niki placed him down on the ground from his lap, and he wobbled in a hurry over to me. I picked him up, paint from him, going straight onto me as he began to touch my face with his small hands.

Now all three of us had paint all over us.

"And what have you two been up to?" I chuckled, giving a small kiss on Haruto's forehead as I walked up closer beside Niki, staring at the canvas.

On the canvas were smears of colour, a few different shades of green on the bottom for grass, and a mixed variety shades of blue for the sky. There were white streaks across the sky, depicting grass, and most importantly, the two handprints in the middle of the canvas.