「 intractable | kang daniel 」 ?

Paint

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I smiled to myself as I remembered what happened last night. Daniel had insisted to drive me home. It turns out that he brought his car with him. I asked him a couple of times how he ended up in that place when it was almost 'deserted', but he just keep smiling at me. I feel something's up but that guy is finding a way out using his adorable smile. I badly wanted to wipe those smiles off his face last night. My smile faded away as I thought about that and it was replaced with a frown

It's Saturday so I came to my arts class. I have applied for this a couple of months before. My schedule's up to me and I just have to come here for 2-3 times a week. Dad knows about this. He had given me permission since he know I don't focus on arts at school. I mixed the colors on the pallette and dipped my brush in it. The moon and the stars last night kept popping in my head so I ended up painting it and the place I love the most. The night sky wasn't so dark unlike those times that it was about to rain. The clouds are still seen, covering lightly the moon.

But I didn't want my painting to be like that. I want the moon to stand out. I want to see it clearly so I didn't try to put the cloud to cover the brightest thing on the night sky. I've been here for almost two hours so I'm just putting the touch ups in my painting and I'm done. I actually planned to paint 'that' specific person that kept bugging my mind. But I feel like I shouldn't paint him here. I can't afford someone seeing me paint such a gorgeous guy- I mean, him. I can't let someone see me trying to paint him.

It was dark so almost all of the things I painted are silhouette. I painted the bridge, the river and how the moon reflected in the clear water. I painted the night sky and I was done with the moon. Lastly, I painted stars. I used the smallest brush I have so it will be neat. I used my fingers to smudge some parts and to blend the colors in the needed areas. I was done after that. I smiled at my work. It doesn't look bad, I like it actually but I feel like something's missing. I sighed and pouted while I think of something to add. I titled my head and tried to look at the painting in different angles. It's pretty and complete but there really is something missing. I sighed again in defeat. I'll just wait for it to dry, I think it'll look better after that. Maybe there's nothing missing, I don't really understand myself. I shook my head and tried to sit on my chair.

"Wow, that looks beautiful." I heard someone spoke. I wasn't even able to sit but I stood up again and looked behind me. "What are you doing here?" I looked at him with wide eyes. He didn't spare me glance and just continued looking at my canvas. I stared at my painting too and pouted at it. Daniel then went beside me. "What's with that face? Your painting looks mesmerizing." His brows knitted while he looked at me. I bit my lip after hearing the word he used. I suddenly remembered how he gazed at me last night but I brushed the thoughts away.

"I asked, what are you doing here?" I asked again confusion and crossed my arms. He didn't respond again and just looked at me. I raised a brow at him and he grinned. "I don't know what painting is more beautiful, this," He pointed at the canvas. "Or your face." He looked at me. I blushed at his remark. "W-what are you talking about?" I looked away thinking that I might melt if I held his gaze.

"I meant those paints on your face." He chuckled and my eyes widened. "You paint like a little kid." He said trying to suppress his laugh. I felt my cheeks heat up. I glared at him and walked past him. I went straight to the bathroom with a burning face. I looked at myself in the mirror and it's true, I have paints in my face. What's worse is it looked like a charcoal since it was black and gray, damn it. What is he even doing here? Thank Goodness I didn't paint him or else I'm dead. I shook my head and turned on the faucet to wash my face.