Hazel had finished doing the layout for her mural during the time that Lena was working, and waited until Lena messaged her the information on how to get to her hotel to start over that way. When she arrived, she was surprised to find that the hotel was enormous. She didn't necessarily expect her twin to live in a run down motel, or something moderately liveable, but she did not expect a resort, with golden hand railed on the decoration like staircases and the warm welcome she received from the dozens of workers moving around the space.
She hurried to the elevator and got inside, where an employee was just stepping out. "Oh," She said, staring at Hazel. "Are you... did you change your hair, Ms. Koehler?"
Hazel smiled and shook her head. "No, and I'm not Lena either." She said, pressing the button to Lena's floor, causing the doors to close on the confused worker. The elevator moved quickly and Hazel was on Lena's floor in an instant. She walked out and immediately looked for a plaque with the room numbers.
It took her a few minutes, but she found the room and knocked on the door lightly. The door opened immediately, and Lena stood on the other side smiling. "Hey!" She said excitedly, tugging Hazel inside. "I'm so glad you stopped by! My friends left a little while ago and I don't know when they'll be back." She said sighing.
Hazel's jaw dropped as she walked further into the room. It was enormous. It wasn't a room, there was no way, it was a suite. How big could a room be before it was no longer a suite and something else? "Uhm, this room is huge." She said quietly.
Lena laughed. "Yeah. My grandmother and grandfather-" She paused. "Well, my adoptive family," She remarked, coughing quietly. "They own a timeshare suite with this company that owns the hotel, so my, uh, adoptive grandmother is letting me use it. She also bought some extra time in it, but I have to move out in a week so, I've been trying to look for places." She laughed awkwardly. "I think that's where my roommates have gone."
"Do you need help searching?" Hazel asked, following Lena into the kitchen of the suite.
Lena shrugged. "I think I'll be alright."
"Well," Hazel started. "Why don't you come by my apartment? There are a few for sale. I know there are one, two and three bedrooms, but I don't know the cost of anything other than the two. Really, it's pretty cheap."
Lena smiled. "I appreciate that. I'll definitely come by." She said, opening the fridge and pulling out two banana milks. "Want one?"
Hazel nodded and reached to take the milk from her. "So," She said, opening the milk. "You slept with him?"
Lena, who had just taken a long sip of her banana milk, spit the milk at her sister, who narrowly avoided this by leaping to the side and glaring at Lena. "What? No! Of course not!" She said, slamming her banana milk down and scrambling for the paper towels. "It was nothing like that!" She groaned, hurrying back to clean up the spill.
"Then why are you so flustered about it?"
"Because I made a mistake!" She spat, kneeling to clean up the mess. "Look, I don't expect you to understand because you're not as irresponsible as me, and you've never gotten yourself into this kind of situation. But I really, really liked Namjoon. And if I'm being quite honest, it wasn't in a fleeting romance kind of way. So when I realized that I would be working at his choreographer, I was kind of devastated, and really embarrassed. The other guys," She started, patting the milk out of the carpet. "All told me that he had talked incessantly about me, and I pretty much lived up to his representation of me, which broke my heart a little." She sighed, gathering the paper towels she'd used. "And then he called me and told me he was sitting on the steps of the cafe we met at. He swore he wouldn't leave until midnight, and it was barely nine. I couldn't leave him there!"
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."