𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦 an enchanting one-shots book with the reader inserted into the chapters.
( the end chapters are the most recent/best ones. )
please keep in mind that this book was started in 2021 and my writing has drast...
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The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow across the mountainside as Kinich, Ajaw, and I arrived at our secret graffiti spot. The air was electric with anticipation, and I could feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach.
"Alright, here's the wall!" I said, dropping my backpack and stepping back to admire the vast canvas before us. It was a perfect blank slate, just waiting for us to unleash our creativity.
"Nice choice," Kinich said, his eyes scanning the surface. He seemed genuinely pleased, and it made me smile. Ajaw stood a few paces back, arms crossed, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Are you two really going to paint this boring rock?" Ajaw teased, his voice loud and brash. "You know it's still going to look like garbage, right? Just like your last attempt, Y/N!"
I shot him a mock glare. "Thanks for the encouragement, Ajaw. Very motivating."
Kinich chuckled at our banter, but then turned to me, his expression shifting to something softer. "If you want, I can show you how to do it," he offered, stepping closer.
"Yeah, show her how it's done, Kinich," Ajaw chimed in, a teasing edge in his tone. "Maybe she'll finally produce something that doesn't look like a toddler's finger painting."
Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Kinich, who was already shaking a can of paint, his focus intense. "I'd love to learn from you," I said, my voice just above a whisper.
"Okay, just watch first," he instructed, demonstrating a sweeping motion across the wall. The paint flowed effortlessly, and I was mesmerized. "Now, it's your turn."
I stepped up, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. "What do I do?" I asked, glancing back at him.
"Here, let me help you," he said, moving behind me. I felt his presence so close, and it sent a wave of shyness washing over me. His hands gently found mine, guiding the spray can as he stood right behind me, our bodies nearly touching.
"Just aim for the wall," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I could hardly focus on the task at hand. "And let the paint flow."
"Okay," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. As I pressed the nozzle, a vibrant line of color burst forth. I couldn't help but smile at the result, but Kinich was so close that I felt a rush of flustered energy.
"See? You're doing great!" he encouraged, but I could hear the slightest tremor in his voice, too. I sensed he was just as shy as I was, caught up in the closeness.
"Wow, look at you two," Ajaw interjected, his voice loud and teasing. "Getting all cozy while trying to paint. How romantic!" He made exaggerated gagging sounds, and I shot him a glare.
