Crafting The Lust

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Oh! How the little pond was shining under the warmth of dusk..sun playing hide and seek at the horizon, giving a prominent remark for the farewell for today. The enormous sky above the horizon covered with the blanket of hues of different colours.

A soft hmm of a melody within the birds' way back home with chirpir mingled together. Soothing the senses of man sat at the bank of pond. A white sheet of paper traced with a majestic sight of two swans representing immortality of love in a form like Ying and Yang.

The accuracy of the piece was remarkable as that the little moment of Seconds captured in a white sheet not harming it's beauty at a slightest. Oh! How his small fingers captured the Quill dipped in a dark ink traces line joining together, creating a beautiful sight of dusk.

This what art is, a slice of life, a piece of mind and a way to flow within our fantasies. Some people might be blessed with it while some people might try to explore to fulfill their desires in a way with creativity.

The art, crafted by an artist is what a creativity. It can be represented as many way but as a human get blessed with this divine strength. It's just a human nature to try to explore our creativity and craft something which has connections with our fantasies.

But what happens when that fantasy is normal at the same time devastating...this is the fantasy ran through his mind. He was afraid to craft it but there was an urge within him that he wants his creativity to contrast with his fantasy and how he choose the way to craft his fantasy of lust. That's how he wanted to sit in the dark with nothing but a pen and white sheet while 'Crafting The Lust'

"Yongbokka... Yongbokk~ha" his dazed mind came out to the reality when his mother's voice penetrated the thin air within his sheer fantasy. He closed his sketchbook as he averted his attention to his mother.

"How long are you going to sit here watching sunset you know what has happened," his mother's voice agitated within a hint of panic. Yongbok knitted his brows at the lady's remark, swifting his body up from the ground.

"What happened eomma?" He asked as he wiped the particles of dust adhesively tossing on his clothes.

"King Hwang Hyunjin himself is here for you," her expressions fatigue, filled with worry. She knew something devastating was awaiting for her son as Hwang Hyunjin that royal man with nothing but cruelty and selfishness was there for her son.

"What?" As he heard the name Hwang Hyunjin, his hair of body aroused within a sheer tension and fear.

"Yongbokka ~ there is only one thing I want you to do is ran away from here
....."

"Ran away where?" Her voice cut by a husky whisper of someone standing behind her. She could feel a tall figure's shilloute engulfing her petite figure. That voice sent the shivers ran through her veins as she stood freeze, eyes wide opened.

Meanwhile, yongbok froze at his spot motionless as his hand unintentionally clutched upon his little sheets and a quill. His eyes captured the sight of divine figure yet the figure of devil.

Hwang Hyunjin, oh! The man you are, the devil you are, how cruel yet divine you are. Yongbok an artist with a wild fantasy just stared at the figure of a tall man, with long black silk hair neatly trimmed yet lingering on his shoulder. Masculine yet petite figure in a hold of the long hanbok. And that feature, that pretty face, an art within himself hold the definition of Lure, attractive. That crazy smirk.

Hyunjin's lips has curled in a faint smirk, while his chocklet brown iris turned to the artist stood there startled.

Is he the art or artist?

The first question Hyunjin asked to himself. Did these artists make his blueprint for himself before landing the earth? Hyunjin wonder did he was the one who created the stars on his cheeks. Did he conserved the pallat of glimmering hues of colours in his eyes?

Was he the one who crafted that long blonde locks till his hips? Was he the one who painted his lips as pink? Maybe he is or he is the creation of God in his leisure.

"How disrespectful people are here ? Seeing the king himself in front of their eyes didn't even bother to bow down," Hyunjin broke the serene atmosphere. His guards were circling around them.

Yongbok's mother swing herself to the king and immediately bowed at him. Hyunjin's gaze lowered to the bowing lady then to her irrespective son who didn't bow to him even after his remark.

The next thing he did was placing his feet on the lady's back, making her bow to even more. Yongbok witnessed the sight with a terror yet fuming anger.

"This is the first time I have met you so you probably don't know disrespect towards king leads to what," Hyunjin stated, his teeth clasping as he tried to calm his nerves at boy's nonchalance.

"I don't care if you are king or even god, I am not letting my pride to low down in front of a undeserving figure like you" yongbok retorted. His voice filled with the pride he was talking about yet with hint of anger.

Hyunjin chuckled at the painter's remark. "Pride? Of what?" Then his demeanor shifted to a darker demonic one. As he kicked yongbok's mother and slowly approached the painter.

"What a pretty mouth of you? This might useful be for something else...."