Chapter-8

The exhilarating emotion that the kids feel on their first day, the feeling of excitement that makes the teens run wild and live recklessly for the first time, bissful feeling with a hint of nervousness  felt by a newly wedded couple. How  young adults feel when they finally get to do what they love. 

The amount of emotions- brand new- never felt ever in life are experienced when one tries something for the first time. 

Lack of expertise on that situation makes one feel even more adventurous. No apprehension of what is to come ahead builds more mystery in a life of an individual. That urge of knowing what comes ahead drives individuals to keep going.

In the process, many mistakes are made. Many rash decisions taken and a lot of regret. But there is always another chance for them. 

But not for Park Misul. She can not afford the price of a mistake. Because for her, there is no turning back. 

She could either triumph miraculously or fail miserably. No middle ground.

No Second Chances. 

No Mistakes. 

No Turning Back. 

This was the only way. Only chance to persuade Jeon Jungkook to accept her offer. What a reckless plan it was? 

All these thoughts swimming inside of her head were finally interrupted by Jimin when he nudges her to bring her back to  real life. "Mi, why are we standing here? It's kind of embarrassing to get glances from people." He hesitantly says. 

"What?" 

And that is when she grasps the fact that they were standing in the middle of the hallway, getting questionable glances from people going in and out.

She scrunches her nose in annoyance and complains, "What? They never seen a beautiful woman?" 

Jimin chuckles at her statement , "No sis, they think I am the one who's handsome and are trying to figure out who you are." 

"What? Ew." 

He rolls his eyes. "Believe me, sis. Your brother is a crush of many people here in Uni." 

"Whatever, my handsome brother." She air quotes the word 'handsome' so that the sarcasm  doesn't go unnoticed. 

After their little bickering, they part their ways as Jimin had to go to attend his classes. Leaving Misul all by herself to explore the entire Uni.

She was here to fulfill all the formalities needed just like other interns. Rest off them were already scattered in the building to look for their assigned professors. Which, of course, was not a mystery for her as she was deliberately assigned to a specific professor already. 

Walking through the corridors, passing the lecture halls while she looked for her class. Until she stopped. Right in front of the Art Campus Building.

With her expectant eyes, staring straight at the building  with her hands turned into a fist and lips clasped. She was feeling something. A sudden rush of blood through her body made her feel some kind of way. 

Not being a Uni student may have been a factor was how she reassured herself. Walking ahead, she sipped in all the emotions and vibes. Showing fascination on littlest things like the students walking in the corridors, some laying on the green grass outside the campus or just how bright the sun seemed to her.

But the feeling wasn't gone. In fact it had started bothering her even more. Why?  

She didn't know why she felt that way. Was it because she had never been a Uni student?

Or was it a foretelling feeling that something is going to happen? An intution? 

Something that she has never felt before. Never experienced before. But why did this feeling strangely scared her? Why was it so complicated?

And like that with these countless intriguing questions, she gets lost in her thoughts again. Not looking ahead at what was coming to her or who was coming to her.

But when she finally notices that a figure is ahead, it was already too late for her to stop.

She had finally reached the point.

Where it all went downhill.

Her forehead feels a sharp pain and she loses her balance causing all of her stuff to fall on ground creating an unnecessary mess.

She pinches her eyes shut as a reflex and rubs her head uttering words in pain,"Ouch!"

But she doesn't realise that the person who she had bumped with was feeling just the same.

Opening her eyes, she looks at the figure standing above her, which was of a man whose head was hung low with his hands on his forehead, as if he was mirroring her posture.

"I'm sorry." He finally lets out, startling Misul as the voice was of...

Before she could even process the whole uncanny situation, the man looks up at her. His expressions taking a surprising turn. His eyes taking the shape of circle in surprise.

"YOU!" He shouts but realises that it may have been a little too loud so pulls himself back immediately.

"Yeah me?" She asked hesitantly with a little shake in her voice.

"You're that crazy woman from the cafe!" He whisper yells.

Gasping in offence, "Excuse me! I think I told you my name already!"

"Yeah, Ms.Park." He speaks, ignoring the fact that his statement may have offended the woman.

She stares at him in surprise on how a man could be so unbothered. Before she could utter another word, he cuts her in.

"Let's stand somewhere else. We are blocking."

And leads her to an empty hall nearest to them.

"So, Ms.Park, what are you doing here?" He questions in a monotone.

What do I do? What do I say?

Feeling frozen on her spot, she stays quiet.

"Ms.Park?"

"Oh umm um I'm here as an intern."

This causes him to raise his eyebrow in a questionable look.Giving her a sign that he obviously needed more information than that.

She sighs before answering. There was no reason to lie, anyway.

"Ok so...I'm here because...I think I can convince you."

She answers and looks up in his eyes, trying to crack the expression he was giving to her but it strangely stayed the same. His face was as stiffen as rock. No movement.

Just a tightly clasped jaw.

"Convince me in what?"

"I think I can convince you to paint again."

"And what makes you say that, Ms.Park."

He was scary. He was really scary. Too intimidating.

"I don't know. Its my intuition."

"Your fucking intuition!" He yells.

Causing her to flinch a little as she did not expect the sudden outburst from his calm composure.

Not being able to answer back, she stays quiet, now looking down on the ground.

"Ms.Park, look at me! I believe I have already told you that I won't ever paint."

"Yeah but-

"There are no buts,miss. Don't waste your time on something that has no point to begin with!" He claims. His voice had a different tone to it, now. He was pissed.

But he wasn't over.

"Do you even realise that what you are doing is so selfish?!"

"What?" She finally looks up in his eyes. This was certainly not true.

"Yes, Ms.Park, I don't know what at stake that you are so adamant on convincing me but let me clear out one thing" Looking straight in her eyes with dead serious look," I will never paint again."

He was furious. Although, he had managed to control most of his anger, he couldn't help but rant at her.

Especially because of what happened last friday. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have even tried to pick up the brush.

He had to go through all of that again.

"I guess...we are done here, Ms.Park." He says in a much lower voice.

And turns his back to exit the hall until the quiet figure starts speaking.

"Why? Mr.Jeon, why would you stop doing what you love?"

It stings him. The question. The same old painful question. Why did he stop.

Without turning back to look at her, he exits after saying the words which breaks the hope that Park Misul was holding onto.

"Sometimes it's best if we stop before that love kills us."

That statement clearly meant that he had reasons. Very valid reasons and there really was no point on continuing.

She felt defeated.

Maybe there were no chances in the first place. It was hopeless.

Letting out a long dejected sigh, she comes out of the class. Picking up the stuff from the ground that was fallen from her hands before.

All her pages were scattered on the floor. No one even bothered to help her until one man slouched down in front of her, picking up rest of the papers from the ground.

"Its okay."

"No, its not. How come no one even come to help you out?" He had a deep voice.

He stands up after collecting the papers and looks up at her with a smile.

"Here you go."

Taking the papers in her hands, she smiles faintly, saying thank you to the kind man. She begins to move but the man speaks again.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help but listen to the conversation you had with Mr.Jeon."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook's ex-art agent."

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To Be Continued

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