My heart raced as I took each step towards the door.
Is she really in trouble?
Or is my brain fooling me??..
Please be alright Yunjin, your Jiminie is here..
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The club had thorns on it..
Like it was specially designed for beating her.
The thor...
Surrounded by paints and brushes, I stood before my canvas-a silent speaker of my unspoken words.
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The theme of my painting was a secret, a piece of my soul I had yet to share with anyone, even Jimin.
My paintbrush was my voice, the art on my canvas spoke the words.
As I started adding colors and shapes, I was sharing parts of myself that I had never dared to before.
This painting was more than just an entry for the exhibition; it was the most intimate parts of my soul laid bare for all to see. It was a risk, but one I was finally ready to take.
I immersed myself in my painting, the brush strokes weaving a tapestry of colors and emotions on the canvas.
I chose a theme close to my heart or should I say which brightened my heart, a reflection of my inner world that I had kept hidden from everyone, even Jimin.
But I'm sure Jimin will be surprised after seeing my painting, my art which reflects my heart.
Whatever the audience might think or they might see, but Jimin. My Jiminie will understand what I have shared through my painting. Because, It's for him.
With each stroke of paint, I poured my soul onto the canvas, my thoughts and feelings spilling out in vibrant hues.
Despite my outward calmness, a storm raged within me. Memories of my past and present, of struggles and pain, threatened to overwhelm me.
They didn't let me focus on my work. I tried to push them aside, focusing on the present moment and the art which could speak louder than words.
But they were dragging me. Dragging me into the depths of the ocean of thoughts.
I was brought back to reality by Jimin. He popped out of no where.
"This boy really knows where to find me even if I hide from him."
I only came here to paint here because I could do it secretly without him seeing that. If I paint when I'm home he'll definitely sneak in and try to see what I'm doing.
I have no problem with that, but my stepmother doesn't like visitors. Especially if that is someone close to me, which is probably Jimin himself.
He's my one and only friend.
I blame myself for not letting him know what I'm going through.. He don't know anything about my life, my family.
Good thing is he knows that I'm not comfortable when it comes to family talks so he doesn't bring that up in our conversations..
I wish I could share everything but that'll will only make my life even worse. Maybe his too. I also wish that I could show him my unfinished painting.
Yesterday when he asked about my wound I wanted to tell him everything. But the fact is I can't.
This is unfair, I know every single thing about him and his family but still I haven't shared anything about mine with him. Wake up Yunjin, he's probably here to ask you something..
I looked at him, my face reflecting my curiosity to know why he came here to find me? His eyes glistening with hope and excitement. I signed him.
[NB: this conversation is continuation of Jimin POV conversation]
"𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘆." I signed him, my face reflecting that I find his arrival a bit suspicious.
"𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀. 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼?" He asked me with a pout. I couldn't help but fall for his cuteness.
"𝗪𝗵𝘆?"
"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗼."
Jimin's invitation to the dance studio was totally unexpected.
I thought he would keep it a surprise.
"Is he insecure with his choreo?"
"No way, he has never been disappointed by his own work. Maybe he just wanted to show me."
"Or maybe he want me to suggest where should he improve his steps. But he could've asked for help to his teacher, Why me?"
Actually he doesn't need correction. He's a perfect man in my eyes.
Only if I could address him with my own voice. I'd be more happy. But the truth is I'm not that me anymore.
That old Yunjin has gone forever to somewhere this Yunjin can't reach. Somewhere far away.
I hesitated first. But at last I agreed to go with him and walked beside him while heading to the studio.
I saw the bullies coming towards our direction. Bullies are everywhere.
No matter wherever you go there will be someone to piss you off.
He gently intertwined his fingers with mine dragging me closer to him. His simple actions are making me fall for him.
Yesterday's tteokbokki, that he learned sign language for me, he painted with me. Everything he does is so heartwarming.
But I can't fall in love. My silent world is too broken for him. Who will accept someone who can't even speak for themselves? And I really don't want to lose my friend. My only safe place.
I haven't had a friend for a long time. But when I found him, I knew he was the right person.
He understand me as no one has ever did, even my Dad couldn't know what I was really trying to tell him.
Jimin is that one person whom everybody is wanting in their life and luckily he's with me....
