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You wanted to sketch, so we went to your favorite park with our sketchbooks. 'The most beautiful view' you said, that was our theme. We sat on different benches, sketching delicately and tenderly. I looked around and found some kids playing around, baby ducks following the mother duck and swimming and floating in the pond, older women giggling and making merry, and that's what I drew. Nature was beautiful.


You, however, drew something different. Something, I didn't expect anyone to ever draw. It was the most beautiful view to you Jimin-ah? My hands shivered as I carefully held your sketchbook and stared at your sketch.


"This is the most beautiful view to me." You smiled and softly kissed my forehead.


You had made my portrait, in which I was smiling.


You drew me.



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