March 7, 20XX
Saturday

I stand up off the bed, squeezing my eyes shut as I wait.

Nothing.

"Darn, I really thought maybe that time..."

I blow my hair out of my face and take a look at the calendar on my desk.

5 days until my due date.

Will I go past it?

My phone lights up as my alarm goes off.

I shuffle my way over to my desk to dismiss the alarm off that I had set to remind myself of Taehyung's showcase.

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I open up my laptop and click on the link Taehyung had sent me through message.

Why am I nervous all of a sudden?

Is it the good kind or the bad kind?

Only time will tell.

Which it does.

I honestly was worried that I would miss Taehyung during the showcase, but it seemed like they were focusing on him.

Not even his art...

But him.

Of course they showed other people too, but there was so many shots of Taehyung that you'd think the cameraman was in love with him.

"If you had to choose one word to describe your collection, what would it be?" The camera woman asks Taehyung.

I drum my fingers against the side of my head, rolling my pretty little eyes.

Irene.

"Idyllic." Taehyung responds.

Irene giggles, "Yeah?"

Why does she sound like that?

Taehyung smiles playfully, raising his eyebrows.

I'm gunna scream!

He knows I'm watching, why is he flirting before my eyes?

Should I even keep watching?

Of course, I have to.

But I do so while texting Jisoo some not-so-nice words about Irene.

The showcase was coming to end, the ending segment meant for artists to answer questions from the press.

Almost all of them were geared at Taehyung.

Most were praises about his display - a mixture of his photography and paintings.

70% actually, but unfortunately that left the remaining 30% for criticism.

I bite my nail as I watch Taehyung's expression. Reading it, he isn't taking it well.

"Perhaps, you're better in front of the camera than off." A critic mumbles loud enough for the camera to catch.

I curl my fingers into a fist.

How dare he?!

Taehyung swallows hard, no longer nodding his head as the critic talked.

He's pissed.

The mic gets taken off the stand by Irene.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. However, I'd like to point out that your role is to critique the art separate from the artist. You're making a generalization about Mr. Kim's abilities. I'd like to clarify that Taehyung's expertise is not of landscapes as you see displayed, but of people. Unfortunately, he has chosen not to display any, but I'd like you to keep that in mind so that the next time you come across his work, you do not see it through that lens."

"Mr. Kim, what's the reason that you've chosen not to display your area of expertise?" Someone new spoke, causing Irene to look over at them instead.

"I-it's-" Taehyung stops talking, suddenly visibly nervous.

There are murmers from the other students, nudging noted and whispers of Irene's name floating around.

This causes a commotion.

My eyebrows furrow as I lean in closer, suspicious.

Taehyung lowers his eyes and based on his expression, I feel that something is wrong.

The giant screen behind them illuminates, the Scenery Studio Logo quickly replaced by slides composed of students portrait aside their best works during the program. A slideshow that hadn't made the cut to be shown during the showcase until now.

The slides quickly flip through until it lands on Taehyung's.

My heart sinks.

Because taking a look at his slide, I understand why they decided not to play it.

A scandal would surely rise.

Because all of Taehyung's photos.

Were of Irene.