-Talented

I nodded, leaving his house. "Jiho sshi, you should really come and visit me once."

He smiled with a nod. "How about now?"

"Mallang?" I asked worried and Jiho chuckled. "I'll leave the door open in the back of my living room...she was a street cat, forgot?"

I pursed my lips and nodded firmly. "She'll manage that then."

"See? Okay, car?" he asked and I agreed quickly. Walking with my wedge heels now wasn't possible, when I ran with them before, I didn't think of my feet for a cat.

A. Cat.

I shook my head and got in as he led me to it.

"Your house is pretty, so is your car." I smirked lightly and he grinned from ear to ear. "Self-earned money, Yeunja."

I rubbed my thighs and he started the engine.

"My sister will be home...and she's strenuous. Please try to avoid her." I smiled while laughing and Jiho pressed his hands against the steering wheel. "I just try to act like I'm not around."

"Okay." I binked and I told him where to drive.

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He eyed my house while closing the door of his car. "Your house for sure?"

I nodded and smiled. "Big huh? I'm not used to it either."

"Really? Uhm, okay..." Jiho akwardly laughed and I shot him a glare. He put his hands up in surrender and we went into my house through the back door.

Some maids ran towards us, luckily, they all knew how I acted towards them, and my behaviors all in all. As I held my finger against my lips, the three maids nodded simply and greeted only me.

Out of polite, Jiho bowed, too, so did they.

I smiled and wandered out of my kitchen. "Heesok unnie? You home?"

"Told ya. I'm watching TV...massage my feet softer, I said!"

I rolled my eyes at her voice. It was cute actually, but it was too high-pitched for a twenty-four years old, young woman.

It just did not fit.

"Well...I'm upstairs." I said curtly and I heard her sighing even meters apart.

"Yeah yeah, go and do what you can best, doodle around."

I started walking up to her but Jiho caught my arm, shaking his head and I inhaled, stumping upwards.

Closing the door, I released my anger. "See?! She's too strenuous for people to handle! She was so kind and stuff before we...ah, whatever, I'll be on the toilet for a second...you can just look around."

I left my room and glanced back before entering my bathroom.

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I came back and made a bun in my hair, looking down so I could fix it better.

"Did Heesok unnie ca-"

I looked up into two drastic eyes.

"Yeunja, I'm obviously pissed and hurt."

I started blabbering senseless stuff. "Y-yah, I was just- what did I- did somebody c-"

"Why didn't you tell me before how freaking talented you are in designing?!" Jiho suddenly beamed and I blinked, gaping at him. "Pardon me?"

He turned around, my drawings on my desk and smiled, nodding. "They're too good...!"

"Oh ehm, you like them? I don-"

"They're beyond beauty! I always have admired designers! How they can draw such difficult and curving lines with just one simple and easy agitation. If one job is profound and awesome, it is being a designer."

I smiled. Never in my entire life somebody had said such constitutive words to my work. I was more than touched, speechless.

"Jiho sshi...nobody except my best friend ever said something like this to my drawings...No, I don't think even he did...thank you so much."

He nodded, looking at one closely, softly seizing it. "I'm just telling the truth. This is a man apparel, right? I love this one. I should get dressed like that." He chuckled lightly while looking through other charts and figures.

I watched every move he did, how his mouth sometimes shaped a little "O" while switching between the first and second drawing which laid under his eyes and also how his eyes formed crescent moons when he smiled at some drafts. It made my heart smile, too. Yes, it meant so much to me when Jonggyu told me how talented I was but I didn't know Jiho at all before. He could've seen better or something like this, yet he's looking and caressing them with the utmost elaborateness, and this was which made me feel special for this moment. I tried to cherish it as much as I could.

I mean, my whole family doesn't approve and appreciate my hobby and interest.

"Since when are you doing them?"

"Hm?" I reacted when Jiho brought me back.

"I mean drawing things like that. Since forever, so like, you started early or~ ?"

I coughed, also clearing my throat before sitting down on my bed and cupping one of my drawing who laid on my pillow. "I loved fashion ever since I was a kid...but I think I started charting at the age of fifteen or sixteen, so for about five years now. I can't even believe that I still get new ideas although I drew so much already."

"Well, one word, talent." he slyly smirked and I hit him. "Stop saying such things! I'm not used to this!"

We started giggling and he exhaled. "But you're just like that. I can't say anything worse...only something good. You're really talented."

"Thank you again." I tilted my head, but shot up again, "But you know what you should see?! My first works, oh boy, they look so awful!"

"I'd love to see them!" Jiho shifted hyperactively from side to side and up and down on my bed and I started searching for these cheap sheets of paper.

  AUTHOR NOTE;  i have the feeling the chapters are getting shorter.......
but like i said, i love reading and writing short chapters, sorry if you hate such stuff
but i try my best, i really do ;D

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