“Kyuhyun!” My mother called.

“Yeah?”

“Who was the painter of the art piece you chose the other day?” Her facial expression didn’t look friendly at all, was it not good enough?

“W-Why?”

“My friend loved the art piece so much! She said it was an excellent piece!” My mother complimented as she broke into a smile.

“Oh? It was painted by a young painter named L-Lee Rae Young.” I spoke.

“Lee Rae Young?” My mother echoed.

“She is a new painter in the industry but it seems like she is getting quite a good response in the market out there.” I said as I took a sip of the water from the glass I was holding.

“She should be. My friend took a picture of the painting you chose and send it to me. She said she really liked it.” My mother said with a grin on her face.

“Her name sounds really familiar, don’t you think?” I asked my mother. I have been really bothered by that name ever since that day at the art gallery.

My mother looked at me. “Lee. Rae. Young.” She repeated.

“T-There was a g-girl in your kindergarten class that had the name!” My mother blurted out.

I was right. Her name was indeed familiar.

Lee Rae Young’s POV

I was desperately in need of painting materials. I can’t believe myself. I was out of paint! That never happened to me before. Gosh, I’m such a blurblock!

I took a deep breath to calm myself down as I arrived at my favourite art store.

Looking through the different colours, I took an extra set from each of the colours just for precaution.

The thing I liked about this art store was that it featured a new thing every week; showing customers something new and I enjoyed buying them.

The thing that was featured today was a travel size pack of paints! It looked so adorable that I bought five sets of it.

With all the paints and extra stuff, I walked out of the art store happily.

I felt at ease now that I’ve got the paints.

Alright, time to go home and continue painting.

I was walking round the corner when a person bumped into me, making me drop my bag of paints.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed as the person hurriedly walked away.

Such a rude person!

“Come, let me help you.” A voice came from behind as I saw another pair of hands stretched out, picking up the tubes of paints for me.

“Thank you!” I chimed. It’s nice to have friendly and helpful people around.

I picked up the remaining tubes and placed them back into the carrier.

“Here.” The stranger said as he placed the rest inside as well.

I brushed my fringe to the side as I looked up; a rather good-looking guy was standing before me. “Thank you once again for helping me!” I said.

“No worries. I saw how the dude pushed you. He should have helped you.” The stranger commented.

 “It’s alright; you helped me in the end.” I smiled. Taking one of the travel size pack of paints out of the carrier, I gave it to the stranger.

“Here, take it as my way of saying thank you.” The stranger stared at the pack with a look.

“I-I’m really sorry. But I don’t paint. You can keep it.” He shyly said.

“Just keep it. You’ll thank me one day! Thanks again!” I said as I walked off in the opposite direction.

I love spreading my love for paint everywhere I go, it’s my passion; it’s my life.

I quickly turned around and shouted at the stranger who was still standing at the same spot. “I didn’t get your name, mister!”

He looked up at me and with a small smile on his lips, “Kyuhyun!” He shouted back.

“Thanks Kyuhyun!” I said and waved before walking off.

Kyuhyun? That name sounds oddly familiar. Was it some singer’s name or something? No wait a minute, there was this boy in my kindergarten class who had the same name.

I like art lessons, because I got to see the little boy who sat next to me. He had such a nice voice. But I don’t know what to say to him.

I saw his art piece and decided to use it to start a conversation. My cousin once told me that ‘ugly’ means that something is very pretty.

So I took up all the courage I had and took his art piece. “Ooooh! It’s so ugly!” I said with a smile, hoping he will be happy.

But it was the opposite. The boy burst into tears and showed me an angry face.

I went home and told my parents what happened and realized that I had said the wrong thing. I wanted to say sorry to the boy but from the next day onwards, I never saw him at art lessons anymore….

Cho Kyuhyun’s POV

This was the first time, I went out in public without my cap or scarf and that girl didn’t even notice who I was? I mean, being a famous ballad singer should get some recognition right? How can she not know who I was?

Oh well. I stared at the pack of paints she shoved into my hands.

“Just keep it. You’ll thank me one day! Thanks again!”

Thank her? I doubt so. It’s a rather small set anyway; I think I’ll just keep it somewhere in the store or something. The lady had such a beautiful eye smile though. Where was she going with all that tubes of paint? Was she a painter? Or some art teacher?

“Kyuhyun?” My manager called.

“Come, we have to go, a group of schoolgirls spotted you already. Quick!” He said as I turned around as I stepped on something.

It was a paintbrush.

I picked it up and hurriedly went back to the van. As I sat comfortably in my spot, I took a look at the paintbrush. It looked old.

I scanned the entire paintbrush, there was a marking done at the end of the paintbrush.

“R.Y” It was carved out.

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