Same Difference (BTS)

26: Suite

Hazel frowned. "So you went."

"With the full intention of turning him down. But he told me that all he wanted was one night with me. One night and then we could pretend it never happened, we were never a thing. And then I asked him to stay the night, and he did. We didn't do anything like that, but he stayed with me. And then the next morning he told me he didn't want to pretend."

"Did you yell at him?" Hazel asked. "Did you tell him he was breaking that promise he made?"

Lena nodded, her shoulders slumping. "I did."

"But you didn't mean it." Hazel sighed, and Lena nodded. "You still want to be with him, don't you?" Lena nodded again. "Dude,"

"I know, I know! I'm so freaking idiotic!" She said, standing and tossing the paper towels in the trashcan. "I just," She groaned. "I've never really been with a guy I had genuine feelings for. It was always I was with a guy because why the hell not, and he was the first person who made me... well, who made me as nervous as he was." She said with another sigh. "But I told him it wasn't going to happen, and I didn't want anything with him anyways. And then he left."

Hazel bit her lip. "Why don't we sit down," She said, gesturing to the table. Lena nodded and the two moved to sit. "What do you mean you've only been with guys just for the hell of it?"

Lena shrugged, watching as Hazel tugged her canvas out of the bag she'd brought. She had finished, but she felt like something was wrong with the work. "They were basically just there to pass the time. I've never really committed to anything because I don't really care one way or the other how things end up. I don't know, I never really had faith in it, I guess. I always just thought I'd find a guy with a steady job and a nice plan in life and then we'd get married and that was it. I never had any real interest in it." At this, Hazel laughed. Lena scowled. "And what about you? I saw the way Jungkook's face lit up when he saw you this afternoon. And from what I've heard, he's sweet on you."

Hazel frowned. "Stop."

"Nope. Spill." Lena said, smirking.

"On what? Nothing's going on." Hazel frowned. "He's just some kid."

Lena laughed. "Some kid that made your face turn bright red."

Hazel scoffed. "Namjoon made your knees wobble."

"Shut up! I'm a choreographer, I get a little tired now and then. And why the hell were you staring at my knees?" Lena hissed.

Hazel laughed. "Maybe boys is a bad topic for us."

Lena sighed. "Maybe," She said, perking up and looking at the painting. "Oh, you're an artist." She said, smiling. "That's right."

Hazel nodded. "Yeah, I'm doing this mural in the Big Hit building, but I feel like something's wrong."

"Yeah, you blended the colors wrong." Lena answered blandly, taking a sip of her banana milk. Hazel turned a confused look on her, and she nodded. "The colors aren't forming together right, for the way you were trying to get the picture to look. I can tell because it's working in some areas and not in others, and it's not in a rebellious painter kind of way." She stood. "Here, follow me."

"For what?" Hazel asked, following Lena towards one of the rooms that branched off from the living room and dining room area they were inside of. She pushed one of the double doors opened and led Hazel towards where she'd at least eight canvases leaning against one another.

She flipped through them with ease and tugged one out, showing Hazel. "See," She said, pointing to the canvas. It was a portrait of a man walking down a street with a briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Everything on the painting looked smeared, strangely blurred, like it would if a pouring rain was taking place. "I feel like this is the blending look you were going for but just couldn't get."

Hazel nodded. "Yeah," She drawled slowly. How could she, a renowned painter and sculpture, have not thought to fix the blending but her sister, who was a dancer, had. "You... you're an artist?"

Lena nodded. "I actually moved to Seoul for a fresh start. Uhm, I'm pretty well known as a dancer in Germany and surrounding countries for the shows I worked in. I've been Odette for like seven years running, and a few other main roles in well known ballets." She sighed. "So I moved here because there was no way I wouldn't be ridiculed for trying to do artwork instead of choreography. But it hasn't really worked out so well." She said, laughing lightly.

Hazel smiled. "Can I look through them?" Lena nodded. "I mean, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but if you quit and became a freelance artist, couldn't you be with Namjoon?"

Lena's arms slackened and she looked down. "Yeah, but I wouldn't make the money to survive off of. My artwork is okay, it's not the best. Moving here with the intent to just be an artist was a really bad idea."

Hazel, who had just begun turning the pictures over and looking through them, shook her head. "I think you'd make it just fine." She said, admiring each piece.

Until she turned over the last one. It was a portrait of a boy, who was sitting at a table of a cafe. Before him were two cups, one solid white and the other brown, though it looked like it had a bit of lining to imply it was a clear cup. He had no features, but his hair was blonde and his hair was styled the way it had been when Hazel had met him. "You really like him, huh?"

Lena shot forward and flipped the painting around. "That's not actually-"

"Don't lie," Hazel said laughing. "It totally is! Look," She said flipping it back. "At the style of his hair. And the shadowing of his features-"

"It's my friend Ahren. That's all. He used to have blonde hair, and this is an old painting." Lena spat.

Hazel's brow drew together. "Ahren?" She asked. Where had she heard that name before? "I feel like I know that name."

Lena opened her mouth to speak, but the door to the suite slammed shut and both girls jumped. There was a shout in another language, to which Lena replied to. Hazel figured this was German, and that her friends were home. "Come on," Lena said, starting out of the room and into the living room. "Guys, I want you to meet someone."

A tall, dark haired slender boy stood beside the dining room table, staring down at Hazel's painting. "This doesn't look like your artwork, Liebling." He said slowly, in a deep drawling accented voice. It was the man from the restaurant.

Near the door stood his companion, who looked nervous. If Hazel remembered correctly, the one by the table was Ahren and the one by the door was Wulfric. And, she should have known, they were German, just like Lena. "Liebling? Really, Ren?" Lena sighed. "Anyways, it isn't mine it's my sisters, Hazel. I wanted to introduce you guys to her." Wulfric squeaked awkwardly. "Don't worry about Wulfric, he's a little shy and gets awkward in these kinds of situations." Lena explained.

Ahren took a step forward. "No, maus, he's acting up because we've already met your sister."