Art Of Letting You Go ✓

xxii.

We were done eating just after I painted the rose - or Taehyung did.

The rose looks pretty but the body was not..

Overall, the food was okay, but what I loved the most was the pasta.

I stretched my arms out as I felt it ache a little.

We've been painting for hours but if you look at mine, it looked like it was painted in five minutes.

I seriously have no talent when it comes to art. I played with the palette, mixing the colors without knowing the outcome.

Taehyung was still busy making his masterpiece.

His drink wasn't even finished yet but he focused on finishing the artwork first.

He's into art that much.

In fact, his love for art turned him into one.

I wish I was art.

I looked out the window and it was almost sunset, exactly 5 in the afternoon.

"Are you hungry?" He said in concern, taking a quick at me.

"No—" I heard my stomach grumble.

He giggled at me, smiling widely.

"We'll go in a minute, I'll just finish this," He assured.

I nodded, "Take your time."

After half a minute passed, he held up his canvas, looking proud of his creation.

"Is it okay?" He showed it to me.

I gasped, it was more than okay.

So beautiful.

"Can I take a photo of that?" I asked, talking about his artwork.

He proudly smiled and nodded.

I took out my phone and snapped a photo of it - and then I quickly posted it on instagram.

Instagram is where I post meaningful photos with meaningful captions.

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"Where do you want to eat?" Taehyung asked as we walked out of the art cafe.

That took longer than it was supposed to be.

"Anywhere with good food," I answered honestly.

"I got you," He started walking faster as I tried to catch up with him.

Later on, he stopped infront of Japanese dine-in restaurant.

| Taehyung's POV |

I was greeted by a familiar Japanese-looking middle-aged man.

"Taehyung-ah," Mira's uncle greeted me by putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Haruki samchon," I bowed.

[ samchon = uncle ]

"Who's this with you?" He eyed Saerin, with an inviting smile.

"This is Saerin," I placed an arm around her shoulder. "A friend."

She immediately bowed, wearing a small smile.

"Welcome to Murasaki," He stepped aside, inviting us to come in.

I always went here with Mira, and it's the best Japanese restaurant in Seoul.

| Saerin's POV |

I wondered who that man was. He seemed nice, but he definitely looks Japanese.

Of course, what should I expect from a Japanese restaurant?

We sat down on the pillow on the floor with short table separating the two of us.

"Who was he?" I asked.

Taehyung turned to me and then glanced at the Japanese guy.

"He's the uncle of Mira."

"Oh, okay.." I tried not to be affected by how my chest felt like it was pounded once.

"Wait, you know her?"
Confusion was written all over Taehyung's face.

I hesitantly nodded, "your girlfriend, right? Your mother told me."

I just wish he didn't notice how my eyes were watering when I said that.

So, I smiled. Of course, a fake one.

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