Son Chaeyoung organizes her art tools. She grabs a blank canvas and starts clean. Chaeyoung dimples and reaches for her palette whilst squeezing an array of beautiful colors. She finds it cute how Momo always observes her.   Hirai Momo attentively watches Chaeyoung as she prepares to paint. It’s always a pleasure watching her. In fact, she likes it, watching an artist create art like the time has stopped and nothing but beauty is created in the moment.   It’s soothing watching her the brush a certain way. And Momo watches in amazement as Chaeyoung works on her portrait. Not to mention, the beautiful artist herself as she creates magic. Hirai Momo fixates on the way Chaeyoung works, the way she calmly turns her face and the gestures her shoulders make when she lifts her arms. Momo her lips and inhales as Chaeyoung turns her neck and her chiseled features appear.   Son Chaeyoung dabs the paintbrush against the palette and applies it on the canvas. Getting lost in the moment, Chaeng turns to face Momo and smiles.   “Do you want to try?” Chaeyoung curiously questions. Momo contemplates and then shakes her head. It would be fun but it would be better if Chaeyoung handled the brush.   “I’m not good at it,” Momo hesitates, breaking her posture. “Art doesn’t have to be good,” Chaeyoung replies. And the comment gives Momo an ounce of courage but she still shakes her head. “Art is abstract anyways,” Chaeyoung encourages again, handing Momo the brush. Momo an