Empress | Hierarchy x Y/N

4 • the past haunts us all

A few days after the parents night.

"Woojin, what do you need me over here for this early?" You asked as you stepped into his garage, you immediately noticing the blue bmw with the smashed windscreen.

"I need you to take care of something in here." He said stepping in and grabbing something out of the pocket. You looked at the front of the car to see the damage. Recognising the number plate.

"Isn't this..." you trailed your words thinking about seeing this car before.

"You can't let anyone know about this, I'm trusting you." He said handing you a phone and a pen.

"What happened?" You asked as you followed him out.

"I can't tell you because then you'll be involved."

"Giving me this involves me, I've got to know what you're setting me up with." You said stopping the boy.

"It's Han Jisoo-"

"Are you being serious?" You let out annoyed. "Why are you doing this sort of stuff to protect her?"

"Y/n I know you don't like her but this has me connected, do this for me. Not for her." He said almost begging you.

"How are you connected?"

"I took on the car." You just closed your eyes as he said this, moving your hand to your forehead to calm yourself. You just left before he told you anything else.

Once getting home you sat at your desk. Practically chucking the phone and pen onto the surface as you sat down. You just thought about what you were doing.

Were you really going to do this? Even if it was to help Woojin. But it's Woojin... . As you thought about this your gaze caught glimpse of a painting on your bedroom wall, your mind quickly replaying the memory.

- - -

A year ago, before Woojin started any relationship with Ms Han.

You were in Woojin's loft , laying on the sofa whilst he painted. Reading one of your 'silly' Russian books to quote the boy.

"What are you painting?" You asked the boy , sitting up to look at him clearly.

"Don't move." He said as he concentrated

"Are you painting me?" You smiled brightly.

"Well I was, but you moved." He said with a smile , putting his brush down as he finished the part he was doing. You walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you stood behind him. Looking at the canvas.

"Is that how you see me?" You asked the boy as you looked at the painting, it was nothing like his usual work that had an abstract element. It was detailed, holding a darker element to your own style but with a light focus point, being you. This looked so beautiful it almost felt like you looked at an angel.

He swivelled around in his chair to face you, putting down his brush and pulling you closer to him.

"You're so beautiful." He smiled , you couldn't help but smile back at his compliment.

"The art is only as good as the artist." You joked, brushing his hair back and he submitted to the feeling. Relaxation overtaking him from your action.

"Does this make me your muse?" You joked as you stepped away, leaving him to sit back on the sofa. Woojin already missing your touch. He looked over to you with a smile.

"Ofcourse you're my muse, look at you."

"You seem to have an awful lot of compliments about my looks today." You noticed, as you fiddled with the knitted blanket beside you.