my PERFECT piece || Ppotoz one shot

#4 | strokes of fate

Kim Yooyeon and Yoon Seoyeon meet under the same circumstances—Yooyeon is a focused architect, and Seoyeon is the artist hired to paint a mural on her new project. Their personalities couldn't be more different. Yooyeon is all about order and precision, while Seoyeon thrives on chaos and creativity. Their initial interactions are filled with tension, as Yooyeon struggles to relinquish control over the mural's design, while Seoyeon insists on her artistic freedom.

Yooyeon, the meticulous architect, stands at the foot of a towering blank wall inside her latest project—a sleek, modern office building with clean lines and minimalist design. Her dark suit is crisp, her hair pulled into a tight bun, and her brow furrows as she stares up at the empty space, trying to imagine how this wild, abstract mural Yoon Seoyeon is supposed to paint will fit in.

Yooyeon taps her pen against the clipboard nervously, her structured mind struggling to make sense of the chaos she anticipates. Enter Seoyeon: a whirlwind of color and energy, with paint-splattered jeans and messy hair tied up in a carefree ponytail. She walks in, whistling a tune, her bright smile immediately clashing with Yooyeon's serious expression.

"So... this is my canvas," Seoyeon says, surveying the wall with a gleam in her eye. "Perfect."

Yooyeon eyes her warily. "I hope you understand the building's design is minimalist. We need the mural to complement that, not overwhelm it."

Seoyeon grins, leaning in slightly. "Don't worry, Miss Architect. I'm good at blending in chaos with order. You just need to trust me."

Yooyeon's lips press into a thin line. "Trust? That's not something I hand out so easily."

Over the next few days, Seoyeon begins painting, and Yooyeon finds herself wandering over to watch, even though she pretends she's just inspecting the work. Seoyeon notices every time.

"You know, if you're gonna hover like that, you might as well hold a paintbrush," Seoyeon says one afternoon, pausing mid-stroke and tossing Yooyeon a teasing smile.

Yooyeon huffs, crossing her arms. "I'm supervising."

"Supervising, huh?" Seoyeon wipes her hands on her pants and steps back. "Here, let me show you something." She hands Yooyeon a brush without waiting for a response.

"I don't paint," Yooyeon says stiffly, hesitating.

"You don't have to be perfect," Seoyeon insists, moving closer until their shoulders brush. "Just make a stroke. Trust the process."

Yooyeon exhales sharply, her fingers curling around the brush awkwardly. She dabs it into the paint, her movements tentative. Seoyeon stands so close she can smell the faint scent of paint and something sweeter, like vanilla.

Seoyeon guides her hand lightly. "You're too rigid. Loosen up."

"I'm not rigid," Yooyeon protests, but her voice is softer now, more unsure. She makes a shaky stroke on the wall, and Seoyeon beams.

"See? Not bad for a first-timer," Seoyeon says, stepping back with an approving nod.

Yooyeon glances at the small, uneven streak of color she just added. "It's crooked."

Seoyeon laughs, her voice warm and teasing. "It's art. It doesn't need to be perfect."

Their routine becomes more familiar. Yooyeon spends more time in Seoyeon's chaotic art world, and Seoyeon visits Yooyeon's office to bring her coffee and tease her about being a workaholic. One evening, Seoyeon finds Yooyeon staring at blueprints, exhausted.

"You look like you could use a break," Seoyeon says, plopping down beside her on the couch, offering a latte with a little heart drawn in the foam.

Yooyeon takes the coffee, her fingers brushing Seoyeon's. "I have deadlines."

"Deadlines, deadlines," Seoyeon sighs dramatically, leaning her head on Yooyeon's shoulder. "You'll burn out if you don't learn to relax."

Yooyeon stiffens at first, unused to such casual affection, but then she relaxes, her body melting into the warmth of Seoyeon's. "Maybe. But this building isn't going to design itself."

Seoyeon lifts her head, studying Yooyeon's face carefully. "You're always thinking about work. What about what you want?"

"I—" Yooyeon falters, not used to being asked about her personal desires. She looks away, but Seoyeon cups her cheek, gently turning her face back.

"You can tell me," Seoyeon whispers softly.

Yooyeon's breath hitches, and she finds herself unable to look away from Seoyeon's earnest gaze. "I think... I want this," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in, closing the small space between them.

Their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss, filled with the gentle promise of something more.

Some short and light chapter....

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