Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

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A dozen of blank canvases littered the place. If it weren't for the different paint stains on the walls, then the studio would have been purely monochrome.

"I know," Serin chuckled and kicked an empty can of what seemed like dry paint, "It's still kinda messy."

"That's a bit inappropriate. Disaster, perhaps?" He grins and settles onto one of the high stools beside her.

"Mean." She shook her head and grabbed one of her paintbrushes, tapping the tip against her hand as she thought of where she left off.

A bunch of strokes of different widths  filled half of the canvas and in the brightly lit room it seemed so lonely.

Every stroke that stained onto the canvas held different stories about how she felt and what she was thinking at that time.

All those times that he would not ever know what was on her mind in those ungodly hours when the night meets the morning.

"It looks kinda..." He wasn't able to stop himself despite that tiny voice screaming in his head not to, "sad."

She puts down the paintbrush and turns to him, "It's supposed to be sad."

A strange feeling burst inside his chest. It was unfamiliar. A new feeling that caught him off guard and his tongue was tied, not quite sure what to say.

"I started on this painting even before I transferred here." She takes her brush once again and dips it in black paint.

A single stroke lines the off white canvas, filling it with a whole new story stained into another part of the painting.

"I paint a part of it whenever I feel... Lonely." She chuckles bitterly as she continues painting different strokes.

"Lonely? Does that mean you're lonely right now?" Yoongi frowns a little.

Serin shakes her head as a small smile graces her features. "Actually, it's a good thing you're here."

She puts down the paintbrush once again and turns to face him. "I don't really like it when I'm alone-"

"Well you aren't alone now-"

"No, I mean, I hate being left alone in a room or at home," She lets out a sigh before running her hand down her face frustratingly.

"And even here in the studio."

She always felt static. An unexplainable empty feeling like a gaping hole in the center of her chest.

Void spreading through her bloodstream like a disease and it wears her out every single time.

It sucks out what's left of the energy inside her to the point that she's just lying there, curled up in a ball, not sure what to feel.

"I hated being alone, too." He started, "But I think I already got used to it."

He lets out a bitter chuckle, "I don't even notice it anymore."

His eyes were staring into hers but his seemed like an even bigger void. Absent of any emotion, making it always difficult for her to read him.

"My parents caught me one night, taking drugs with my ass friends and boom," he did an explosion gesture with his hands, "They disowned me."

He rested his elbows onto his knees and looked up at her, waiting for her reaction.

"You seemed like the bad boy type judging from your everyday character." She half joked.

He let out a halfhearted chuckle and shook his head, "So, I'm a bad boy? Do you like bad boys?"

Serin smacked his arm as a blush rose from her cheeks, "Sure but I think I prefer the sporty type."

"Well, it's your loss." He shrugged.

His forehead scrunched as he turned back to her, "What about you?"

"Me? What about me?" Serin inquired.

"Why are you so miss lonely?"

A variety of emotions flashed through the soft features of her face but there was only one she could feel.

Regret

"I chose to be alone." She laced her fingers together on top of her lap as the nothingness flooded her veins once again. "I think I made the wrong choice though..."

"After my father fell into depression it just sucked the life out of my brother and I.

I couldn't take it, so at seventeen I moved out and isolated myself. I didn't know where to go and luckily, one of my friends took me in." She looked up at him to see if she was starting to bore him but it was the complete opposite.

His brows were scrunched as he had his chin on his hand, intently listening to every word that rolled off her tongue.

"I'm not good at anything. I just graduated high school and being the typical teen that I was, I was lost. "

Her face was filled with bitterness and regret.

"The only thing that I knew I was good at was," she smiled at fake joy. "Art."

And she left it with that. Not daring to speak because her mind was as blank as the gaping hole in her chest.

Yoongi hadn't even noticed his tight grip onto the ledge of the table. His knuckles turned white and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"I-I'm bored." Serin rubbed her hands together, turning her head to look for something to distract her. "I have an idea."