"You can." Why everyone is asking me permission as it's their home and I'm kidnapped, not a special guest.
Loud speaker hyung enters with a small tray in his hand.
"Jungkook isn't here, so I thought it's better you eat here than eating with us--- you won't feel awkward." I hoot a humourless laugh.
I felt awkward with him too--- it's not how I thought they are going to treat me but again, they want something from me and an artist only can produce a good piece of art when he's mentally healthy and stable.
Like I mentioned earlier they are developed Kidnapers.
"I hope you like my cooking."
"I'm addicted to your cooking." He's seriously good, like really good.
To be frank, they are spoiling me---
"I'm glad. You'll love it here too." I'm already loving here--- and it's the problem.
I've seen them talking and laughing, so free and happy. I don't remember a day I had like this after my parents death. Hyung is always busy making our life and Dad's business in right root and Jiminie, he's so busy with gallery and other things--- everyone is busy with everything that we forget to live for us.
I don't remember returning home and someone asking me how my day was--- I know I live so far from city and people but I do have neighbors, who only sees me as an artist not who am really is. But after seeing them asking and making jokes about each other, I want to feel this too--- want this special bond too.
When my job is done here, I'm going to live with hyung. I should tell him to date--- may be a family can make life more beautiful and meaningful. And for Jiminie, I should give him a vocation--- he needs to live for himself and me---
I need a break too. I need---
And the next moment he come to my mind--- his eyes and that look--- my stomach did a flip and the same time I hear loud speaker hyung calling my name.
"You are okay?" I nod, picking up the glass of water and gulping it down in one go.
"You can call me if you want anything." Passing a soft smile he walk towards the door. He stops grabbing the knob and turning back to me.
"Jungkook just need some time." Time for what?
"He's just freaking out." If someone is freaking out, it should be me--- why him?
What happened to him?
"When he open up, I hope you'll understand him." Woahh, that was really helpful.
What hell that supposed to mean!
With that he turn and walk away.
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Picking up the brush and paint, I close my eyes remembering him--- his eyes, his words--- every emotions.
Love, passion and devotion always shows in your eyes--- every art is a admiration of eyes and soul. And eyes are the key to our soul.
Mixing the color, I stare at the blank canvas.
I can do this.
Kim Taehyung, You can do this.
Art is a magical synchronization of our emotions. You should feel something from it--- you should feel it--- you should feel it's depth--- you should feel it's harmony--- you should feel the passion.
Hours--- I spend hours to show his feelings through my art but I failed miserably. His Love and Passion have so much depth that I can't show through some mere color combinations.
Sighing I drop my brush, droping to my knees. I never felt like this--- I'm really drawn to his eyes, I don't feel like I can create something more beautiful than his eyes.
His eyes.
Picking up the brush, I rush towards the canvas. I smile though I'm not sure about the income. I pour my maximum--- I smile as the different combination of colors did magic in the blank canvas.
I can literally hear my heart beat--- it's beating so fast and loud and it feel like it will come out of my chest if this continue. I stares at the painting--- now I'm having a weird feeling inside of my heart.
The painting, I don't know how to say--- it's breathtakingly beautiful not because I was the one who created it, it's because of his eyes--- those emotions. Only his eye can show the love, passion and devotion--- only his eyes.
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(^this is so beautiful😭😍 cr.Owner)
Looking at his eyes, I feel beautiful--- the feeling now I'm having is so foreign to me. I never knew someone's eyes can make you beautiful, make you feel loved, make you feel like something precious.
Swallowing the lump formed in my throat, I take a step back.
Now I'm done with the painting. Now I'm free to go.
I'm free to go.
"You are not leaving, angel." Huh?
I turn around to face the owner of familiar voice and meet those dark eyes--- deep with emotions.
"You are not leaving here, angel. I'll never let you go." I'll never let you go---
Freak out Tae, freak out.
Hearing those words I should be freaking out but here I'm standing hypnotized by his dark penetrating eyes.
