𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟙

-나는 그들의 것, 그들은 내 꺼야-

"areum!" seungkwan screamed when he walked into the kitchen, "kwannie!" i screamed back, using his nickname

i almost never called seungkwan oppa, he never complained either so i never bothered to try

"what do you want for your birthday?" he asked standing behind me, "yah, it's still my birthday" mingyu argued back, i giggle at their silliness

"i don't care about your birthday, i only care about areum!" he shouted back, hugging me tightly from behind, "kwan, you're squeezing me" i squeaked out, not being able to breath, "i don't care, it's my day today. congratulate me first" he whined

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-at school-

today was a B day meaning art, french, calculus, and PE. i was fortunate enough to have art with the birthday boy. after a few months of being here at this school, art class became my favorite class, being the only one where i can start painting again

painting was something i used to love with all my heart, but after they left, i lost my passion for it. the excitement i felt while looking at a blank canvas and the possibilities it held was gone. but after they came back and i got this class, i finally found it again

i felt that happiness again. looking at a finished piece and admiring it for all its beauty, imperfections, and mistakes

"alright class, today you all get to finish your final projects. you also have next class to finish it. remember the project should be a painting of another student" she said, standing in front of the class

when i started school here, at the beginning it was a bit of a rocky start. getting used to the way people spoke here was a bit hard (a/n by that i mean slang) but it got easier as time went on, and i even made a friend. she was a girl named seulgi. she was the only other asian girl in my other classes so it was easier to get to know her

but the boys here are too rowdy and loud. well... they're like that wherever you go. but here they are very forward and direct about what they want. luckily i didn't need to worry about them too much since the guys were too intimidating, so none of them really every tried to get too close to me. seungcheol or soonyoung always scared them away

"ms. perez, may i go to the bathroom before we start class?" i asked raising my hand, "be quick" she stated

i sat up from my seat, mingyu making sure my skirt didn't ride up by pulling it down slightly, "thank you" i whispered and he nodded in response

i made my way outside, walking to the bathroom which was pretty far from the art room. the school in general was the size of a college, making it hard to remember where my classrooms were. it's so hard to understand the format that i got lost my second day of school because i went to the bathroom and i didn't know how to get back to the room

after finishing my business and washing my hands, ignoring all the stares from the girls, i walked out the bathroom

most of the girls in the school always looked at me with a face, they didn't seem to like me because i was always with the guys and they thought i was dating one of them. ever since they've been in school they have been making people turn heads with their attractive appearance. and when they found out i was always with them, they didn't seem to like it

"areum" i heard a voice behind me, making me turn my head

"hey," it was mingyu, he was standing in the doorway of the girls bathroom, if a security guard caught him he would be in trouble, they would probably think he was trying to look inside

"come with me" he took my hand and started walking, leaving me surprised, "but i need to finish my painting" i protested, "this will only take a second" he answered

he took me to an empty science class

"mingyu, what is it?" i asked him as he closed the door behind us, leaving us both alone in an empty classroom with no one around

he walked closer to me, making my back press against a wall as i also stepped back, "have you thought about it?" he asked me in a low voice, "thought about what?" i mumbled back, "my feelings. you said you needed time" his breath was touching my face as he looked down

"oh" i looked down, "right, i have to choose" i said in a small voice

in all honesty, i didn't want to choose. i can't bring myself to choose between them, and it's something that will inevitably happen. me choosing one of them

when and if i choose one of them, it means the others will become angry in some way or another. whether they show it or not, i know they're going to be angry

choosing one of them is like choosing who do you love more, your mom or your dad. i didn't have parents. instead, i had them

they took me in when i was abandoned by my family. when i was left to rot in a ditch, they were the ones that took care of me

and they became my everything, they were my happiness. then they left and i was left alone and i felt like i lost everything. after a year, i quit everything that reminded me of them because i couldn't bear the thought of them never coming back. after a year i felt like they were never coming back

and then they did

they returned and they had changed and so had i, i matured and became a woman and they acted different. I don't know if it's because i was older and they treated me different or if it was something else. i fell in love with them. if that even is the emotion i feel for them

"mingyu" i whispered after a moment of silence, he hummed

"my heart won't let me choose" i whispered, clutching my chest, over my heart. almost like i was in pain

he brought his hand up to my cheek, "hey hey, it's okay. calm down" he cooed

"all i want is for you to be happy" he whispered, placing his forehead on mine, making me look up at him

"i wish i didn't have to choose" i whispered back. i knew this was something that was coming, something that i'd have to do. but i just can't

he backed away from me just a little so our chests were no longer touching, "come here" he said holding my hand and dragging me a little

"what is it?" i said in a small voice, he brought me to one of the counters of the science class and he picked me up and made me sit down on it, while he sat on a chair between my legs

"i want to tell you a story from 600 years ago, i think" he said not sure of the date

he slithered his hands to either side of my waist, making me a tad bit nervous

"600 years ago i was in a relationship... with a woman and another man" he looked up at me to see my reaction. my eyes went wide, surprised more about him being in a polyamorous relationship than with him being with a man, "you were in a polyamorous relationship?" i asked him surprised

"yeah, the woman's name was abella, at the time we were living in the iberian peninsula. basically spain. and she was a beautiful woman, she intoxicated me with her words and her actions. and she managed to make wonwoo feel the same way. she said she couldn't choose between us and we decided to be together. the three of us" he explained slowly, every once in a while looking up at me to see my reaction

i felt a little bit of jealousy rise in me from the way he spoke of abella

"the man was wonwoo?" "yeah" he responded, "what i'm saying is... you don't have to choose" he looked up at me with warm eyes

"what happened to abella?" "she grew ill and passed away. she chose not to turn and she ended her life peacefully, with us by her side" he continued

"i'm just as possessive and jealous as soonyoung hyung, but all i want more than anything is to be with you no matter what" he sat up a little to plant a kiss on my lips, leaving me a little surprised, "but... what about the others?" i said with my red cheeks

could i really just not choose? is that even an option? i asked myself

"do you really think that's something i could do?" i continued

"i'd be willing to do it. just to see you happy" he smiled

he stood up completely and looked down at me, (a/n she is a tiny hooman, she's like 5'3.5 ft or 163 cm. i like how i made her tiny but like i'm taller that jihoon 😂)

"i would do anything for you, areum" he placed a stray strand of hair behind my ears, "I love you" he continued, kissing me gently

his lips were soft and gentle against mine. our lips moved in sync, almost like they were made for each other. one of his hands moved to the small of my back and the other to my cheek. pulling me closer to him. i love you too...

he pulled away after a few minutes, stopping so that i could catch my breath

there was a moment of comfortable silence. my mind still dwelling on what he told me

"we should return to class" he told me, "we've been gone for a while now" he looked down at his watch

"u-um yeah" i stuttered getting off the counter top, "i need to finish my painting, and you too" i said stammering over my words (a/n i don't know if that's how u say it)

the assignment we were told to do was paint another classmate with a different background or different outfit, basically just using their face as a model. i was assigned to paint mingyu and mingyu was assigned to paint wonwoo. since we lost about twenty minutes of class we needed to hurry back

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we walked into class a little breathless, trying to get there as soon as possible. and since we came together we looked like we were doing something inappropriate, which we were, wonwoo looked at us with a weird look.

i tried my best to keep my mind off what mingyu said until after i finish this painting. all i want to do is finish this painting

i sat down in my assigned seat, right in front of mingyu. so that i was able to see his face clearly

i kept looking over to see his face. every single detail of it

every stroke of my paintbrush brought me closer to the finished product. i was eager to finish. to see the final result. after so long of not being able to paint i could finally have a finished piece

i stood back as i took the last stoke of the brush and admired the painting

(a/n i take no credit for the painting. i don't remember who was the original artist but i repeat i did not paint this and take no credit for it)

"it's beautiful" i breathed out

(a/n painting is actually nothing like this. painting is a very hard thing to do and at the end the artist usually hates it. i am a person that paints and i literally hate most of my paintings. except one i made of hope world [from j-hope] bc we know where all the mistakes are and eventually we just stare at it too long and start to hate it for no reason)

mingyu looked over at me and saw my reaction and made a confused expression. he stood up and walked to my side, "holy sh!t you got good at painting" he chuckled looking at himself

"thanks" i responded, smiling at the final product

joshua and wonwoo also walked to my side looking at it as well, they looked impressed at my skills, "you need to paint me next. we should hang this at the house" joshua said with an impressed expression on his face

i giggled at his reaction, "wonu, have you finished yours?" i asked him with hopeful eyes

i really want to see what he did!

i jumped a little on my feet, excited to see his

"oh yeah, i finished" he said not looking at me and still staring at the painting

i hopped over to where his canvas was to look at his painting

the painting was stunning. every brush stroke on the canvas, every dab of paint, the vibrant colors used, the way it all came together created a beautiful picture of me

(a/n again i take no credit for this painting, also you can just imagine it as yourself)

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