daeun came back with the camera. she then plopped beside youngjae, who was sitting on the floor. she opened the camera and showed him the pictures.

she was too busy blabbering about the pictures that she didn't notice youngjae had took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her.

daeun turned to him, mouth slightly agape.

"wha-"

"you took one of me without my permission, so we're fair now." youngjae grinned.

"but you told me that i can keep it!" daeun pouted.

"well, i can delete it if you want."

"no! keep it," daeun exclaimed, face slowly became pink.

youngjae looked at her in amusement.

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daeun knocked on the studio door, waiting patiently for the person behind it to open it.

youngjae had shooed her away as he said he would draw something as a surprise to her. so the woman complied and spent her time inside her room.

meanwhile, youngjae jolted from his thoughts, quickly scrambling to open the door.

"oh- is there something wrong?"

daeun tilted her head in confusion.

"you said that the painting will be done in an hour, and, uh, it's been two hours and... i want to see your painting?" she trailed off, a bit flushed at her own confession.

"a-ah, okay, wait a minute." youngjae scrambled back to the easel, slowly taking the finished painting from it.

he handed it to the woman, whose eyes were wide upon seeing his painting. it was her, who was looking at the camera on her hands, like the picture he took of her but mixed with his own style, adding details here and there, creating a perfect masterpiece.

he painted me. and it's so breathtaking.

how can someone so broken be this flawless in another person's eyes?

"i-" daeun sputtered. "thank you so much, it's gorgeous."

"no need." youngjae waved his hand.

when he had closed the door and daeun went back to her room, she stared at the painting, feeling drawn to each and every stroke that contributed to the painting's perfection.

she absentmindedly flipped the canvas, then noticed a note was stuck.

hi,

it seems i haven't caught your name yet, or my mind had messed up that i forgot. i'm sorry.

i'd never thought i'd meet you again as someone who'll live under the same roof as me for the next three months.

please give me time to adjust, i'm not good at things like this.

also, welcome. i hope we can be good friends.

-yj

sorry for the late update :(