The Artist and His Muse

Chapter 6

"Wow, I love your work. It's so good!"

"I love this piece!"

"I can't stop looking at this."

"This post makes me feel happy."

"Keep up the good work!"

"I can see you have lots of room for improvement, but you're doing great! Keep working hard!"

Jungkook sat in his room and scanned through his SNS for TheSeoulfulArtist. He smiled at the kind words he was receiving. He was also thankful for the critical posts. Most were constructive criticism, but there were a few that were just rude. Thankfully, the good outweighed the bad.

He snapped a screenshot of some of the more positive comments and sent it to Yeon Ah.

To: Elsa

"Look at these. I think people like it. Let's wait a few more days and post another, ok?"

Delivered.

He sat and stared at the phone. Why wasn't she reading it? He wiggled around on his bed to a more comfortable position and watched the phone. A few minutes went by and it was still unread.

He frowned.

Ten more minutes went by. Still no answer. Now, he was getting worried.

He dialed her number. It automatically went to voicemail. Where was she?

He dialed again.

And again.

And again.

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Yeon Ah stepped out of the shower and dried off. She changed into some comfy pjs and walked to her room. Walking over to the desk, she unplugged her phone.

The silly thing had died on her way home from work. She had forgotten to charge it the night before so it wasn't like it was unexpected for the battery to go dead.

She powered up her phone and gasped at the amount of messages and missed calls she had.

From: Crazy Boss

"Look at these.  I think people like it.  Let's wait a few more days and post another, ok?"

"Hey, why haven't you answered my messages?"

"I've called you five times. You're not answering. What if I had an emergency and could only call you?"

"It's a good thing I'm not having an emergency."

"Seriously, where are you?"

"Yeon Ah, did I do something to upset you? If so, I'm sorry."

"I'm getting worried."

"If I get lines in my face from all this worrying, you're paying for the Botox injections."

"Yeon Ah, are you ok? Are you sick or hurt?"

"That last message was dumb. Of course if you're hurt you won't be able to answer."

"If you're a doctor or nurse and you're treating the owner of this phone, please call or answer me. I'm worried about her."

Yeon Ah shook her head but it felt nice to have someone concerned about her for once. She was just sorry she had made him worry. She didn't have time to answer all of those messages because just then, another message came through.