Impasto

“Seo Eun-gi. Do you like painting?” Eun-gi was confused. His presence didn’t fade even under a made-up name, and his composure wasn’t hidden by his shabby clothes. The man was clearly someone she had no connection with at all. And yet, of all things, he brought up painting— the very thing she most wanted to hide. He picked it apart in the most casual way possible. “...I’m not interested in something like that.” “Strange. You look like someone who likes painting.” Back then, Eun-gi had no idea what his real name was, how far above her he truly stood, and... “Don’t ask me to paint for you. Just stay here and sleep tonight.” that the man who lightly brushed against her like this would be the one to enchant her so openly. “Scared? Worried I’d fall for you too quickly after being thrown away like that?” *Impasto* — painting you as I paint.

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