Kang Seulgi should be painting the beautiful orange shades from her palette to her canvas, from her mind to the blank slate stationed right on the spot. She should be working those creative juices of her to make a masterpiece, to indulge in her darkness or in the sweet peace of her heart. She should, but she isn’t. Not when Bae Joohyun had arrived with a deck of cards and desire to procrastinate.

The moment the front door of that house sprung open, Seulgi felt her stress fade gradually and even if she protested with a measly “Honey, I have to paint,” there was no stopping Joohyun.

Her reasoning was simple. “You've been frowning since yesterday, I can see the wrinkles forming above your eyebrows.”

A hilarious remark, mostly because it was definitely from Seulgi squinting so much. But, Seulgi couldn’t protest it anymore, instead she closed that front door, pulled up two cups of tea and indulged in Joohyun’s whim for today.

Just for today, she put down the tools she had been using for the past week. Just today she decided to give into her block and let herself fly somewhere else. Fly and soar through the sky, right into the arms of her lover, who always knew the antidote for a tough artistic block.

Fun! Fun and laughter were always the antidote.

Seulgi let the cards sprawl across her bedroom floor, games slowly changing to creating castles and huts with them, trying magic tricks and just endlessly shuffling them. Words flying to and fro, jokes and teases poking and prodding one another. Teases turned to funny stories, funny laughter turned to gentle caresses, until the cards were forgotten. The sunset soon became the sweet backdrop of two tired lovers cuddling on the soft rug on the floor, not a bit of painting on the canvas. 

But for the first time in a few days, Seulgi looked at the empty canvas and hugged her girlfriend tighter and drifted to peaceful sleep, unbothered. Yes, she didn’t do anything today, but perhaps her brain needed the rest. She knew for certain that her body wanted it, and it yearned for laughter the most. The laughter took with it the heavy weights on her shoulder and left that sweet levity. The canvas could wait, for tomorrow was another day.