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I walk through the halls of the art gallery, admiring the beautiful paintings hanging on the white walls .
I'm here at the 'Heart & Soul' exhibition. Every painting here tells a story, each canvas capturing its own piece of soul.
As I gaze from artwork to artwork, a smile appeared on my face when it landed on God's masterpiece. There's no doubt he creates a really beautiful Human.
Eunwoo is beautiful.
He turned to look at me and immediately his lips curved into smile, eyes squinting making them look like crescent moon.
"Do you like the exhibition? " He asks while stepping beside me, I smiled and gave him a nod while looking at a painting which caught my attention the most.
I am completely mesmerized by the emotions it portrays. It's a painting of a couple, their bodies intertwined, but still they're in tears.
I can't help but feel a pang of sadness, a reminder of the complicated relationship I have with Jungkook. I find myself comparing my own love life to the emotions depicted in the painting.
The artist perfectly captured the intimacy, vulnerability, desire, and tenderness of this couple's love. It's raw, deep, and maybe real too.
I can't take my eyes off the painting. It literally feels like it is speaking to me , the sadness in their eyes, the tears running down their cheeks while locked in this tight embrace.
It's as if the artist has captured the emotions inside me.
I take a step closer , every detail of the painting is visible now. The way they're standing, the way they're holding each other, the way the man has his head buried in her neck. Every emotion, every tear, every broken piece of heart is there.
And I feel everything.
I looked at the price and nearly gasped, "Shit!!It's too expensive."
I heard Eunwoo clearing his throat, he looks at me with serious gaze, his arms locked against the well built chest.
