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The walls are cluttered with sketches, hundreds of them, taped edge to edge, overlapping, fluttering gently like leaves.
Each sketch captures the same man.
A beautiful face, one monolid eye, the other doubled, moles on all the right places of his face. His lips, full and carved like marble. In one, he's smiling, a boxy grin that pushes his cheeks up to his eyes.
In another, he weeps, mouth slightly parted, brows drawn together. His face is everywhere. She has drawn him in every human expression possible. In the center of this mess sits a young woman on a low stool. Her short hair in a bun. She has a lip piercing but her ears were empty.
Her fingers are stained with dry clay as she works on a sculpture, his face again. Her hands move as she smooths the nose, adjusts the slight asymmetry of the eyes.
Behind her, rows of faces, masks, busts, half-formed profiles, all of the same man, line the shelves. Some cracked. Some unfinished.
If someone has no ideas about her profession they might think she is crazy.
She finishes the final touch on the clay. She examines it, nods slightly, then sets it aside.
She pressed the fresh clay sculpture into a new mold, then looked at the old mask she created.
"Fck this," she mumbled and went out of her art studio.
Y/N pushes the back door open with her shoulder, rubbing her damp hands on her shirt as she steps inside. She opens the fridge, then the cabinets. Empty.
"Why is there nothing to eat?" She exclaimed. From downstairs, she hears the children making noises for no reason.
"We can order. What do you want?" Namjoon said. She turns to see Namjoon, holding a cute 7-month-old baby in one arm, who's more interested in escaping than being cuddled.
Around his legs, a 3-year-old girl named Taehi is sprinting in circles, giggling wildly.
"Taehi! Put that down! That's your mom's night cream-"Namjoon's eyes wide, "She'll lose it if you smear that on the—Taehi, no!"
Too late. Taehi, smears the cream across the white wall, a nature artist. Namjoon groans.
"Here, give me Namhyung." Y/n step forward. She reaches for the baby, but Namjoon steps back, raising an eyebrow.
"Wash your hands and take that crusty apron off first." He said.
"Sorry," Y/n unties her apron, tossing it onto a chair. As she does, Taehi runs up to her, tugging at her pants.
"Taehi wants to draw! Let's draw!" The kid exclaimed.
"We'll draw later, sweetie. I am tired right now." Y/n said.
"Nooo! Now! Taehi wants it right now!"
Y/N raises her brows, exchanging a helpless look with Namjoon, who is now gently wrestling Namhyung away from the cat's food bowl.
