As days began to pass, a new week unfolding upon the two individuals- they kept to themselves but prepped separately for the showing that was soon at hand.
Chaeyoung spent her evening finishing paintings, and trying to find ways to distract herself from a single thought that seemed to be consuming her mind.
She hadn't allowed herself to indulge in self pleasures, avoiding any contact with other women and or any bottles of champagne that she could get her hands on.
She wanted to let her mind be filled with the idea of what the showing would be like.
She could picture it all as she focused on her paintings. Bright colors.
There absolutely had to be bright colors in her works- on all the walls that were going to surround her that evening.
She wanted her works to speak like a poem, enthralling those who peered at them in question.
She wanted their presence to be more than the woman who was hosting it all.
If she could just allow her own talent to outshine Mina's just for the moment, then maybe Son Chaeyoung won't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings of self worth and the matters of her heart for the woman.
She couldn't be distracted by her at an event like that. With eyes that would be on her.
What if they caught her looking at Mina? She didn't want to be caught with a look in her eyes as if she's already fallen for the woman.
Because how could she fall for someone who hadn't officially declared themselves her muse? She wasn't one to fall for sappy things.
As for Mina, the woman spent her time laying in her bed of soft silk, day dreaming of the days before when she was with Chaeyoung.
She seemed to be smittened but she would never convey or confess such a thing.
She often spent her time trying to figure out what she would play for the showing.
Not knowing how to go about it all because she's never hosted an event before- only performed as asked then took her leave.
But she knew there would be expectations to be met. Expectations that would only grow into more if she didn't do her best tonight.
She couldn't help but feel nervous over the fact.
It was almost as if her own life was at stake. And it might as well be since her parents were expecting nothing but the best from her.
As for BamBam, he wanted to see what a woman like Myoui Mina really was besides having a pretty face and a fat bank account. As a woman what was she truly good for?
Mina shuddered at the idea of having that man merely in her presence there.
She wasn't disgusted but she would rather, if she could help it- not have him there at all.
His opinions on the task at hand were none of her business.
But she did find herself wondering what the thoughts and opinions of a certain individual would be.
The woman she couldn't simply keep her mind straight about.
She was still questioning what her own feelings for this woman was if not feeling enamored by her.
Mina could feel her heart shaking at the mere thought as she laid there, expressionless although her cheeks expressed otherwise.
She couldn't help but slowly glide her finger up and over her abdomen, slowly tracing her veins up to her beating heart.
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Your Symphony.
Fanfiction*Disclaimer* This story does not have a happy ending. In the silence came a note. Then another and another. And as the notes formed, a melody flowed. And within a minute Mina could hear it all, the symphony of this woman's heart. Each note had beco...
