[C] • arts •

iv

I pushed the button to ring the doorbell. I waited for few seconds, then the door was opened. "Please come in" A maid greeted me. I bowed to her, she showed me the way to go inside the house. I learnt that Jihoon is living in a rich family. "Miss Jimin, it's nice to meet you. Thank you so much for agree to teach my son english" Jihoon's mother shaked my hand. "Let's meet Jihoon upstairs". I followed her behind but then I stopped my walking.

On the wall, I saw my painting. "Ah, it's pretty isn't it? Jihoon bought it from someone. He interested in Arts since he was a child". "I see.." All the painting on the wall were mine. "Let's not wasting our time in here" I said to her. We walked upstairs to his room. "Jihoon-ah, your teacher is here. Miss Jimin, please take care of my son. I'll bring some fruits later" She then closed the door.

I sat in front of Jihoon. "So, which exercise book do you want to do today?" I asked him. He pushed the book towards me. "Okay, let's do it". While he's doing the questions, I looked around his room. There's so many artwork of his on the wall. "I know you're an artist". His words made me startled. "What are you talking about?" I tried to be calm. "All the painting downstairs, it's yours" Jihoon said while doing the questions.

"How do you know it's me?". "I followed your instagram, you're always updated about your life, but you've stopped after the incident". Then, I remembered. I had one follower who always send me messages about my artwork. "Are you 'hoonart'?". He nodded his head at me. I chuckled at him "I can believe I met one of my followers". "Can I call you Noona when we're not in school?".

His request made me thinking many times. "Sure, but not in front of your friends and your parents, okay?". "Okay, Noona!" He gave me a brightest smile. "Have you finish yet?" I asked him. He shaked his head at me. I helped him answered the questions.

"Jihoon-ah, how's your study?" His mother asked him. "Good" He fed himself the fruits. "Miss Jimin, do you want to keep teaching him?". "Yes, I'll stop in 30 minutes". Jihoon's mother then excused herself. We continued our lesson. "Jihoon-ah, why are you cold with your mother?". "He's not my real mother. Dad married her when I was 12. I never liked her". I frowned my eyebrows at him "But she treated you well". "Still, I want to see my Mom" He looked down to his exercise book. "Do you think she ever miss me?". I don't know how to reply to his question, I just nodded my head at him. A smile cracked on his face.

"Thank you, Miss Jimin. Here's your payment" She gave me an envelope. "You're welcome. I hope the lesson can help him doing well in his upcoming test" I excused myself and went home.

I dried my hair with the towel. I opened the television, saw they were talking about the studio. "A man named Jung Ilhoon has been caught by the police for opening a studio illegally". I felt sad to see his fate turned like this. We could be a happy family if you didn't messed things up.

*Ting*

Jihoon
I miss to see your artwork. Can you paint again?

Jihoon sent me a picture of his painting. There's two birds who stood in a big space. Beside a bird, there's a paint brush. 'I miss painting again'

I ignored him. I can't paint again. I gave up on painting. I hate painting. Paint, it gave me depression. Without realizing, tears fell on my cheeks. Painting reminds me of my oldself. How I hate myself. I buried my head in myself. "Leave me alone.."