When dancing to Okey dokey together became their thing
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In his quiet heart, one sided love took root only to be shaken by the arrival of a next door neighbor who filled his world with colours Han seojun never knew existed.
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This chapter contains the mention of mental health issues i.e: anxieties and suicidal behaviors
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Ji ah's POV:
I sighed for the umpteenth time looking down at the phone in my lap, an email popped open on the screen, Dear Ms. Hwang! Sorry to inform you.....
Let me cut to the chase,I didn't win the competition, I knew it would happen, It was not the first time. This was my 7th competition and the largest scale one I ever participated in. I always avoided participating in competitions because I never won, losing made me feel talentless, and reminded me that I'm a self-taught artist and I don't know shit.
I remember when I lost for the fifth time, I literally googled "Can you call yourself an artist if you're not an art student?" The question made sense, you just can't call a person Doctor if he/she knows basic stuff about medicine or knows how to give you first aid. Can you?
But Google said: The answer is yes. Many illustrators and designers can start their careers without having done higher education in art. Art and design is an artistic activity that you can teach yourself from a young age. Thus, a lot of artists gradually teach themselves how to do it without a degree or qualification.
See? That was satisfactory yet I found it unsettling, I have quite the knack to degrade myself, and regardless of that, I decided to not participate in another competition until I took an art course or something to give me actual knowledge. Still, I took part in this one because I had no other choice
And now I'm empty-handed just like in old times. I couldn't win 50 thousand dollars but I still won 5 thousand dollars, Wait!! I'm not empty-handed, there's progress, I'm even joking about my misery that's real progress. Ain't it? They liked my painting enough to buy it, the email stated that my painting will be displayed in their head office, I don't own it anymore, plus I have to be open to any future public appearance and interview. "Aishh! No one wants to interview a loser!"
Besides all that, I had to do something for Omma's surgery now, It can't be delayed any longer, guess I had to take the bitter pill and talk to Emmo. "Yes! I'll do it today, after talking to the doctor about all the details, dates, and expenses" I'll pay her back for sure, someday! But at that moment nothing was more important than Omma, not even my only treasure My Pride.
My shift had just ended and I headed to the hospital. I bought two coffees on my way since I'd be surprising my boyfriend, Ahh! speaking out that word still gives me a tingling sensation. he didn't know that I was about to make a surprise visit. Walking up to her private room, I heard voices muffled through the door. It was ajar and I could see Han seojun talking to Omma, I had no intention to eavesdrop. As I was about to barge in, his words halted my actions, "Halmeoni, please! I've seen things! Ok!? Please stop lying."
