In Love with LIGHT - J.JK × K.SJ✔

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On the ground below, Kim Seok Jin sat cross-legged on his mat, surrounded by his brushes, paints, and half-used canvases. He puffed out his cheeks, pouting in frustration as his eyes darted around the park, searching desperately for something-anything-to spark his creativity. But nothing clicked. The sky was too blue, the trees were too green, and everything just felt... boring.

"Ugh, seriously... why is today so uninspiring?" Jin muttered, running a hand through his tousled black hair. He let out an exaggerated sigh, tapping his fingers on the empty canvas before him. "How am I supposed to create a masterpiece when everything looks the same?"

His gaze flicked to the edge of his worn-out brush, and he groaned, remembering the argument from earlier that morning.

"Why can't you just buy me new brushes?" he had whined to his mother, but she had barely spared him a glance. We don't have money for that right now, she'd said, brushing him off like always.

Jin frowned, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "Is it too much to ask for decent brushes? Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck with this stupid art block!"

He talked to himself absentmindedly, fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded but too frustrated to care. This was how it always went-when the world ignored him, he filled the silence with his own voice. It helped, somehow, to keep his thoughts from driving him mad.

Looking around again, Jin slumped. "Maybe I'm not meant to paint today. Maybe I should just give up and-"

His words trailed off as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above him. For a brief moment, he glanced up, squinting at the branches of the massive tree where he was sitting under. He had the strangest feeling like someone was watching him, but when he saw nothing unusual, he shook his head.

"Great, now I'm going crazy too," Jin huffed, slouching back onto the mat. "I'm talking to myself and imagining things. Perfect. Just perfect."

He sighed again, looking forlornly at his empty canvas, his mind still lost in a sea of thoughts about the brushes he didn't have and the inspiration he couldn't find.

Jin groaned loudly again, flopping back on the mat as he stared up at the sky. "What's the point of having talent if I can't even paint today?" he complained, his frustration bubbling over. "Is the universe out to get me or something?"

He threw his arms up dramatically, as if to challenge the heavens. "Great! Just ignore me, like always. No brushes, no inspiration, and now I'm stuck in a park with nothing to show for it."

As his ranting continued, Jin's head suddenly jerked forward as something hard and heavy smacked right on top of it.

Thud.

"Ow! What the-" Jin sat up quickly, rubbing the spot on his head as he glared around, expecting to find some mischievous kid throwing things. But instead, he found... an apple. An apple?

He blinked in disbelief, staring at the perfectly round fruit that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "What the hell? Where did this even come from?"

Rubbing his head, Jin picked up the apple, scowling at it like it had personally offended him. "Did it... did it just rain apples?" he muttered in confusion, glancing up at the sky like it might hold some answers. But no, the sky was clear, no tree branch above was shaking, and no birds were laughing at him from the treetops.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the apple, turning it over in his hands. "Weird. Really weird." Still, without giving it much more thought, he shrugged and took a bite.

The moment the sweet, crisp flavor burst in his mouth, Jin's eyes widened in surprise. "What the-" He chewed slowly, savoring the taste, a look of pure amazement crossing his face. "This is... this is so good!"