Specific jobs has specific details, like us. Specific type, specific person. Our liking depends on the person you admire afar because of her/his details or intriguing characteristic.

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Maknaenae: Spill. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Whee param4x: How's the encounter with Moonbyul, girl?

Maknaenae: Says the one who's recklessly in love ;)

Whee param4x: Cuz we're asking, we have curiosity too duh

Maknaenae: Wait what? What glory? UP OR DOWN? SPILL IT SOLAR.

Whee param4x: AWW SHEEEEEET THINGS GOING HOT

Maknaenae: Actually as i've heard Moonbyul-ssi doesn't talk to people.

Whee param4x: Same and she intends to be cold.

: O

Maknaenae: There were rumors that she got bullied, eventually got beaten up by the teachers, but that teachers are already gone. As what i've heard.

Whee param4x: Yeah, it's rare to see her smiling or talking to someone.

Yongsun turned off her phone and walked to the theatre room, to be met with the class and teacher she would be working with.

She had eye to eye contact with her saviour earlier and she immediately diverted her gaze to the teacher, she sat beside Hyejin and Wheein.

I sat on my seat waiting for the persons to be picked, glanced up and saw Moonbyul wearing a black mask.

Jungkook stood up and went to the stage beside Moonbyul.

I stood up my eyes wide in surprise, i walked to the stage beside Moonbyul.

Moonbyul handed each of us a copy of the script and left one for her.

The theatre teacher announced and students walked out of the room.

Moonbyul looks bothered and shook her head and sat on the floor reading the script. It has 4 pages so it's quite a long act but we'll be fine.

We spent hours practicing and whenever the ending which me and Eric should kiss i can see the glint of sadness in her eyes, it also breaks me.

A smear of red and blue.

She continued narrating, the closer the end was in every practice her voice turned hoarse every passing minute and she practically looked tired and worn out because she arrived with red eyes and a puffy nose.

--- time skip to the performance. Since this is just a short story--

Moonbyul broke at the sight of Yongsun and Eric kissing, the audience cheered.

She left the theatre room and proceeded to her car sitting on it's top she sighed deeply.

A familiar voice behind Moonbyul voices out and Moonbyul lifts up her hands and gives a thumbs-up to Yongsun her back still facing her.

Yongsun commanded and Moonbyul didn't respond and moved from her place. She walked to the other side where Moonbyul was facing to face the painter Moonbyul still looks unbothered. she replied with a weak voice.

Yongsun had enough of this drama, she pulled Moonbyul's neck tie bringing her face close with Yongsun She muttered her hot breathe brushing past Moonbyul's lips, before smashing them together.

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Yongsun announced when she and Moonbyul got back from school and the younger girl nodded sitting by the piano, resting her delicate fingers on the notes.

The piano and Yongsun's voice harmoniously created a perfect masterpiece.

han gyeop du gyeop chilhaejyeo gane

yeogijeogi saegyeojyeo gane

gyesok nareul chilhaejweo

White nega eobtteon geuttaeye naneun

kaenbeoseucheoreom saehayaeseotji

oerobgin hhaetjiman pyeonghwarobdeon ilsang

geurhaetji hangsang

Yellow nega naege mundeuk chaja wasseul ttae

eoneusaenga nae maeumsok gadeukhi

bomeul dalmeun ongideuri chaeweojyeosseo

kkwae jayeonseure

han gyeop du gyeop chilhaejyeo gane mulgamcheoreom

yeogijeogi saegyeojyeo gane munshincheoreom

nega seuchin jarimada dareun saege

gieogi deoschildoego inneungeol

chacheumchacheum jiteojyeo gane kkaman bamcheoreom

gyesok nareul chilhaejweo

deo maneun chueokdeullo

eoseo nareul chilhaejweo

neomane hyanggideullo

jiul su eopsge haejweo

neo anin nugudo nae mamsoge

geuryeojiji mothadorok

Red nal tteugeopge andeon geu sungan

hwasancheoreom teojyeobeoryeotteon my heart

bulkeun jaugi namasseo

nae mame ajik ttatteushae

Blue neo ttaemune cheoeum ureotteon naldo

gipil al su eomneun bada sokcheoreom

aju parake geuryeojyeo beoryeonneungeol

Do you remember

han gyeop du gyeop chilhaejyeo gane mulgamcheoreom

yeogijeogi saegyeojyeo gane munshincheoreom

nega seuchin jarimada

dareun saege gieogi deoschildoego inneungeol

chacheumchacheum jiteojyeo gane

kkaman bamcheoreom

gyesok nareul chilhaejweo

deo maneun chueokdeullo

eoseo nareul chilhaejweo

neomane hyanggideullo

jiul su eopsge haejweo

neo anin nugudo nae mamsoge

geuryeojiji mothadorok

kkamage deo kkamage byeonaebeoryeodo gwaenchana

urimane memories

jakkujakku jinhaejyeo gane espresso cheoreom

geurae tto deoschilhaejweo

neol meomchuji marajweo

nega eopshin nan uimi eopseo

gadeukgadeuk chaeweojweo

binjarineun eopsge haejweo

neomani nae yuilhan hwaga.

One layer, two layers, getting painted

White, me without you back then

Yellow, when you suddenly came to me

Blue, the first time I cried because of you

One layer, two layers, getting painted like watercolors

Keep painting me

With more memories

It's getting thicker and thicker, like espresso

Still, keep painting me

Only you are my painter

Here the story has ended! Short story indeed. So how was it?