milk & honey • jensoo one-shots

1. How To Draw (Petrichor)

Another rejected painting.

Jisoo couldn't take it anymore.

She ripped all of her paintings from the wall and tossed them into bin bags. Then she carried the bags with all her might out and dragged them to the nearest dumpster.

The rain was pouring down and her clothes were soaked in the cold dark night but she didn't care. Not a tiny bit. The back of her head throbbed with torment and vanquish as the voices of her parents were haunting all over.

They told her she wouldn't get far with art, she should have studied business and helped them out in their firms but she refused. She loved painting, yet no one seemed to see her vision.

She hesitated for a second and looked at the huge black bin bags she carried to the dumpster. Some paintings didn't quite fit in. Half of them could be seen. She shook her head and clenched the bags. Who cares about this dump of garbage.

"Are you throwing them away?"

Jisoo flinched in shock and jumped away. She put a hand over her heart and breathed in deeply. Next to her was the girl who owned the flower shop below her apartment. She smelled like all sort of sweet fragrances as per usual.

"Sorry, didn't want to scare you." She heard a small giggle. "So are you throwing them away?"

A red umbrella was being held over Jisoo's head. The brunette who offered her shelter from the raging rain drops wore a raincoat that covered her face to the point she looked like a white clump of dumplings.

"Why else would I carry trash to a dumpster?" Jisoo said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

She didn't want to be rude but that it is very hard when you feel like shit and automatically have to make others feel like shit as well, even though you don't want that. You are just letting the moment carry your head and once your head returns to your body you will regret your words.

The florist glanced to the paintings. "You call that trash?" She took a step closer to Jisoo. "I call that free room decoration." She spoke distinctly with that soft voice of hers that resonated in the alleyway.

"Are you implying you want that garbage?" Jisoo gave her a look of disbelief.

The girl shook her head. "I am saying, if you don't need those drawings I would like to have them."

This was not the first time Jisoo saw her. This wasn't even the first time Jisoo spoke to her. They have interacted plenty times before. This is why Jisoo felt more ashamed than if she was talking to another stranger-but-not-really-a-stranger. She wonders if the florist recognised her right away.

She clearly does if she speaks to her at midnight in an alleyway. At least Jisoo hopes she wouldn't just go to a random person and speak to them. That's reckless for anyone but especially for someone as delicate as her. The raindrops crashed against the ground and showered the small girl's coat as well as the umbrella. She was waiting for Jisoo to respond.

However, Jisoo didn't want to seem more pitiful to the flower shop owner than she already was.

Three months ago

Jisoo drew another portrait of her college roommate Soojoo who offered to be her model. If Jisoo was allowed to say so herself, she'd admit it was a pretty good drawing. Soojoo's slender body and facial features were drawn gracefully.

She dropped the paint brush to the side and hummed.

"Done?" Soojoo groaned and stretched her body. "Finally! I can move now!" She jumped around like the dork she was, making Jisoo chuckle.