23: body painting

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Hyejin's POV

I picked up a the phone "Hi, baby! What's up?"

"Hey, babe. How are you?"

"I'm good, you?"

He clears his throat. "I ain't good."

"Why?" Curiosity filled me.

"I missing you so much," his words sounds he's grinning.

"Hahaha, we just met like last week." I teases. "Its almost evening, tho."

"I'm going to pick you up, I bought something."

Lips parted. "Whaaat?"

"Be ready, darling. Bye." Then he hungs up.

"Wah, your house is so big like wow." I exclaimed, getting off his car.

"Really? How big?" I'm not sure but his question sounds so tricky.

"The biggest." I play along.

He face-palm and lead the way.

"Make yourself comfortable." he pointed the couch.

I travel my eyes around, the interiors color are almost white, black and gold that symbols him.

Everything seems so luxurious and screams of wealth and successful life.

Well, he is.

I couldn't help to gasp on every things my eyes landed. The size of his living area is the same with my whole apartment.

Broke asf.

"So,— clearing a throat. " What you were saying earlier?"

He sat beside me, manspreading. "I bought some painting, gonna paint you."

My eyes and lips widened. "You're going to paint me?" Pointing to myself, doubting.

"You don't want to?" He questioned.

"Opposite, I would love to!" I happily clap my hands.

Happiness filled inside, he always feel me special when he get a chance.

So exciting!

We both standing in front of a almost-empty room, a long table and two chairs. The walls are clearly white, paints, brushes and canvas are on the side.

"So what pose I'm going to make?" I questioned excitedly.

He sweetly smile at me, watching him to grab a big brush and white paint.

"You can sit here." He gestures, I happily obeyed.

He lay the huge black-plain canvas to the table. A gasp leave my lips when he slowly take off his black shirt, his toned body is exposed now.

My eyes traces the hand marks and scratches on his back, don't wanna ask who's the culprit for that.

It's me, can't help it. He fucked so hard.

"You can take off you clothes now."

I turn to him, shocked. "Wait, what?"

"What? take off you clothes so we could start." his voice full of silliness.

"You said you're going to paint me?!" I confusingly asked.

"Yep, I'm going to paint you."

"So you're literally going to paint me!" I shouted, hands on my waist.

"Uh-huh, that's right, baby." He slightly bend down and pecked my lips.

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