I woke up in early pleasant dawn. Moon was still present as sun was rising slowly. I was pulled by the  scenery out of my window. A vast sea shone as moon's and waking sun's light reflected on it. Golden glittering sand and Indulating liquid looked so eye warming. There was a man in boat preparing a bait for fishes.

I'll specially thank Taehyung-ssi to give me this room.

       Minutes of staring at my bag of clothes, I decided to wear the simple white shirt. Though, dark colors fancies me. But, mother says cool colors create a kindful warmth. She said white and pastel colors are good for first impression. So let's wear this. I took out wrinkless crisped shirt to dress myself.

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I went downstairs gazing all over the huge bright sunlight welcoming mansion.

      “Good morning sir.” Butler welcomed me in the dining room. I sat on table and stared around. This mansion is exceptionally beautiful. Carvings on ceilings, ceremic show pieces, paintings on the wall, were really stunning. Handsome amount of money must be spent. I stared at a beautiful painting of a couple in middle of sunsetting beach holding hands together. It was prefectly painted. Beside that there was a painting of Icarus drowning in sea. This painting holds an interesting story.

       “Good morning Let's have a breakfast.” I heard an unfamiliar cheery voice. I turned my head to see a pretty man in purple shirt. He looked chubbily cute with that smile.
     “Kim Jimin-ssi?” I asked.

     “That would be me. And please no formalities just call me Jimin. And pleasure to meet you.” He gestured me to sit on chair and he himself sat across me.

       “Nice to meet you too. And before I forget, let me ask for an apology. Butler told me that you waited for me till midnight. I'm sorry but, I was lost in middle of splitting roads.”

      “You don't need to apologize. during waiting for you, I almost finished my half book that I ignored for quite time.” He chuckled. “Sir, I've really heard about you alot. Pesca said how heroicly you saved him from drowning. And he didn't spoke less of your artistic ability. I was impressed. And so begged my brother to hire you for my passion to learn art.”He smiled as he filled me milk tea with cookies.

      “It's pleasure to see myself being able to be your teacher. And beside that I'm able to see the pleasant excitement for our further classes.” I smiled.

       Butler served eggs, bacon with peach juice and sliced fruits. I munched as my stomach had digested that single sandwich long back.

      “How did you learn painting? Did you preferred classes?” He asked, munching on toast. “No. Rather my heart taught me. It has always been amusing to capture a whole natural beauty on paper. It's fascinating. Isn't it?” He smiled nodding.

      “Ohh, your elder brother hasn't been here for breakfast. Where is he?” I asked. Little ashamed to start eating without owner.

      “He rarely comes out of his room. Ah, no health problems. He is just into isolation much more. He will have his food in room alone.” I mouthed ‘oh’ and drew my attention back on paintings.

       “Those are beautiful. Who made them?” I asked. I saw his smile fainted a little and sighed. “Someone, who was once very dear to us.” He spoke without looking at me. I wanted to ask him but that would be immoral to pry into there life.

      “I'm looking forward to meet Taehyung-ssi.” I changed the topic.

       He suddenly looked at my shirt, I felt his eyes on mine. “You will meet my brother for first time. right?” I nodded. “You shouldn't wear this.” he shook his head.
        “Why? is it dull or wrinkled? Will it ruin my first impression?” I eyed my shirt.
       “No, no it will be perfect for first meeting, but not when him. My brother dislikes white.”

       The ‘white’ word suddenly brought my mind back to last night's scene. My encounter with beautiful stranger. 

      “He loathes white so much that he has forbid us to wear white. It triggers his past.” His clicked his tongue.

What happened in past? I wonder.

       “I'm done.” I gently pushed my plate, wiping my mouth's corners. “Thank you for the breakfast.” He bowed a little, and I copied him. We dismissed and I instantly went into my room to change my clothes. I selected the sky blue shirt.

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      I found myself in a large, lofty room with a magnificent carved ceilings, and with a carpet over the floor, so thick and soft that it felt like pile of velvet under my feet. One side of the room was occupied with a book-case six feet tall and made of wood that was new to me. The top shelf was adorned with marble statuettes. And on opposite side there was an antique cabinets. There was a huge painting hanging but it was covered with maroon silk cloth. To my curiousness the painting of virgin and child beside that covered one painting - was completely displayed. I drew my attention to all over the room, but the painting, because it gave me an urge to sneak on what's hidden - and that is a bad manner. Sometimes I despise that I get curiousity easily.

       My eyes fell on the window that concealed the sunlight by blinds and sea green pale colored curtains. Thus, light produced was delicate and mysterious. Intensing the deep silence that laid on room. 

       “Good morning Mr Jeon.” I heard a very deep cold voice, breaking my admiration of this room. I turned to see a man a bit taller than me, with cold, emotionless face, but handsome one. His face sharp and chiseled with jaw tight shut, eyes deep brown that were indurate – staring at me back. His black perm covering his forehead and eyes little. His muscled body was covered with all black shirt pant and cloak, beautifuly complimenting his melanin skin. 

       I don't know why but, I felt like his face was doing a good job blocking something that is in profuse, inside him.

       “Good morning Sir.” I bowed. He walked past me and gestured me to sit on chair while he himself sat across me — a coffee table between us.

       “Glad to possess you at Kims house. Mr Jeon.” He spoke that like he didn't mean it, I sense.

       “I'm rather glad that you saw me as capable to teach your younger brother.” I bowed a little. He raised his brows.

       “Forgive me but, I didn't, don't like the idea of hiring a teacher at home. But, my brother won't listen. For him I had to.” He spoke in same cold tone. I bit my lip. I must impress him with my skills because he hates tutors. And to be very cautious of each step I take.

      “Why forgivness sir? It's okay to state your opinion.” He hummed, after snorting.

      “So, from where did you learned art?”  He asked without breaking his eyes from newspaper in his hand. 

        “I learned by myself.” I answered staring at his hand that holded the paper. There was a beautiful braclet with sea green colored stone studded. And there was golden ring on his ring finger.

He is married?

       “Hmm, impressive. How Pesca said about your art and knowing that you learned by yourself really impresses me by your talent.”

I bowed muttering ‘thank you’.

        “And I hope you'll only focus and be with what you're appointed for. It doesn't take much time to change intentions.” He stonely stated glancing at me. I hesitantly nodded as what meaning his words had didn't enlightened me. He drew his attention on newspaper.

         My eyes went on paintings beside my wall. “Sir, I think you too like paintings, I can say by looking at the beautiful paintings hanging on wall.” He looked up from newspaper and glanced at me than later at painting. I didn't missed his corner of lip twitching.
       “It's fascinating, this paintings. It can create a strange feelings in heart. But, I never liked this paintings. I don't know why this painting still hangs on my wall.” He shrugged slightly, smiling empitly.  

        I wanted to ask him about that painting hidden. But, it would be immoral to pry - and already he doesn't look like he is glad to see me. I opened my mouth to say something but only air left.

       “Anyways did you had breakfast?” He questioned after he saw me struggling to reply on what he said before.
        “Thank you, I had my breakfast. And again thank you.” He furrowed his brows little. “For giving me a room with sea view. It gave a blessing to create a painting on that view.” His face little fell. I saw it.

        “Okay, than you can start your classes with Jimin. And good to see your art. Hope you'll stand on my expectations.” He stood and left the sitting room and disapeared through door that led to his bedroom. He left without looking at me or waiting for me to stand and bow before leaving.

He is peculiar, I must say.