Chapter 98
Jamie wakes up at dawn just to start another painting. It's the first time since he was passionate about using oil painting and recalled the video call he did with Yeongjun. His routine is easy, he was supposed to work with Petals and pick up what Ren left yesterday. But his brain goes giddy and inspiration transpires like a thunderstorm flooding him in a wildfire. He feels obligated and the itch to pick up his brush smears on his fingertips. Jamie found himself motioning strokes to a blank canvas, Yeongjun half body and side profile idling conveniently making a potent spur to Jamie's artist temperament. He feels quivering not seeing anything but the dim light of that room and him making his way, a desire thumping to the edge tainting him to be closer. Jamie watches the ethereal man's fierce gaze into the surface affecting the gravity of his ankles. He felt an odd devotion and Jamie never goes down to challenges no matter how tough it was.
Ridiculous.
