"You did not," Chanmi whispered as she took in the scenery.
"I did," Jackson replied as he stared at the sunset and field of flowers.
He opened the trunk of his car and took out an easel, canvas, and brushes and paint. Chanmi stared at him with questioning eyes.
"Humor me, Mr. Wang," Chanmi said.
"I'm not implying you have artist's block or anything, but I thought you'd like to paint something for fun. You can paint this and hang it up instead of taking a photo and printing it out," Jackson explained.
Chanmi chuckled, a smile on her face. "You're not so bad after all."
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Cupid | Jackson Wang ✓
Fanfiction"Oh f*ck oh sh*t, I shot the wrong person. Oh f*ck me, I'm going to be in deep shit."
