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"Some create art. Some are art themselves." ————————
HER SWEET SMILE GREW WIDER when the tired boy showed a confused face, shocked and terrified.She tightly grabbed his hand abruptly, warm skin meeting his pale ones, and yanked him from his seat, letting his body met hers. Blushing fiercely, his mind didn't hesitate when he pushed her away from him, embarrassed by the sudden skin contact. He sat on the bench once again, letting his body rest.
But instead of being angry, the girl wearing a red dress with her blonde locks contemplating her pale skin, blue eyes reminding him of the ocean; fierce and reckless, but passionate and cannot be controlled, giggled. Red lips stretching its edges and crooked teeth showing, with her eyes resembling the moon itself.
"Apprentice." The boy uttered, panting for air; his wounds still aching and stomach burning in pain. Jimin tried to stomach the pain, not wanting to pass out in front of a classmate he never spoken to. "What do you mean by being an apprentice? Apprentice for what?"
She placed her hands on the side of her hips as she leaned in front. "You, will be assigned as my apprentice, and you will help me search inspiration and be my companion as well."
She pursed her lips. "Understand?"
"I don't." Jimin bluntly said. "Search inspiration? What are you? A poet?"
"An artist, actually." She answered from his sarcastic remark as she was used to it, being a sarcastic woman herself. "I paint colors in a blank canvas, I'm sure you know that."
She placed herself on the bench, sitting beside the boy with her arms spreading on top of the bench's back. "The thing is, its getting hard lately to find things to draw and emotions to feel. You know, inspiration."
"How about you just draw something? Like an object or a place." Jimin said. She crossed her armsand shook her head.
"No, if you're just gonna create something without an attachment to it, it will be pointless." She said, head tilting to the skies. "Art is a work connected through the soul. If there is no emotion, just a blank paper with a pencil and paint, its just bullshit."
She smiled softly. "Its not art anymore." His gaze lingered on her face for a while, with her mind soaring the thoughts inside her head. She then turned to him and grinned.
"So Jimin." She smiled sweetly. "Are you gonna be my apprentice?"
"Originally, no but after what you just said." He smiled, head tilting to the ground. "Maybe working with you is not so bad after all."
"Lee Hinami." Was the last words he uttered before his world, became dark, a black and empty canvas devoid of the stars.
