Turning Point. (1/1)

--Key's viewpoint We were seated around a table, seven artists who, when I asked why they were here, was because of  the same reason: the letter.            SNSD’s Seohyun was sitting beside me. We were talking about something when this man entered the room.            “Good afternoon, everyone,” he greeted with a smile. We greeted back. He cleared his throat, “Well I think you kids know why you are here, right? Have you read the letter?”            “Yes,” we all said in chorus.            “So, all seven of you are here for a purpose. As the letter stated, we are about to do an art project,”            “Oh?” Gikwang-hyung squeaked.            “Yes, my boy,” the ahjussi said. Then he added, “By the way, I’m Mr. Kwan Jong-il, the founder of this art institute. But you can call me ahjussi. Have you watched the awarding today?”            Some of us raised their hand.            “Good. Those seven—they will be paired up with you to create a painting. That will be the New Year project of this institute,” a little pause. “you’ve got three months to do it. But on December, you will be making the painting. Let’s just say, the other two months will be like, for preparation.”            Donghae-hyung raised his hand. “A-ahjussi… I have a question,”            “Yes, my boy?”            “Why should we have two months and a couple of weeks given to prepare? I mean, that’s actually long for a painting, right?” as he finished his statement, the people around the table nodded in agreement.            “A very keen observation, Lee Donghae. Well, to explain things, we all know that unlike our painters, we’re not really that good with painting, right?” he winked at some of us, like he was  sharing a joke. “Part of the reason why you’re given a very long time is, first, so you’ll be able to harness your art skills, and second, well—“ he smirked a bit, and yelled at the door, “Take it in, boys!”             Came rolling in the room were two men carrying a really big board covered in white cloth. You can guess what it was.            “Children, behold—“ he unraveled the cloth, and announced like it wasn’t obvious, “THE CANVAS!”            It left our mouths ajar. It almost covered the entire wall. A canvas that big? You’re joking.            Commotion reigned in the room for a while.            “Alright, children, silence~” ahjussi announced. We immediately shut up.I raised my hand. “Ahjussi, I have a question,”            “Yes, Key?”            “About this matter, well… as we all know, we’re a step from letting everyone know about this, right? If this is for the New Year, and everyone will know about it, won’t it spoil everything?”“Good question! I was about to tell you the answer to that,” he remarked.I shrugged my shoulders with a smile.“We will block all media leaks about this matter. We will let out the details at the last month, so I guess December will be quite complicated for you. And about where you’re to do the painting, well, I think this will quite surprise you: your partners, the painters, they will be living in a house. It’s like a little dorm for them wherein they can improve their skills. It depends upon you guys what will your, let’s just say, game plan will be. And of course, being artists, you’re busy and all, I suggest that you visit them every now and then because… the house is located in the outskirts of Seoul.”No one gasped, or said “oh”. We just nodded out heads, letting the info sink in.“So,” ahjussi clapped his hands. “What do you think about it?”“Personally,” Changmin-hyung spoke  up, “I think it's very interesting,”I agreed. “Hyung’s right. I have always wanted to do a project related to art. And though our partners’ house will be quite far away from here, it’s okay, because, if it’s just around the corner, it will be quite hard for us. Stalker-fans are always there. Even if media is blocked, we can’t expect everything go as we planned, can we?” I said to all of them, with confidence, and I felt my cheeks warm a little when I realized I nagged again.They clapped their hands, and laughed a little. They agreed. I did have a point, didn’t I?

“So, I guess that’s all, meeting adjourned!” ahjussi announced, and we dispersed. The next day, HyunMi’s mind- I sat on the couch, trying to keep my sanity tucked in.I gave myself a recap of the meeting. Okay. So they said there will be an art project…I’m going to live in the outskirts of the city, and I will be paired up with someone who is actually a superstar. I sighed, still shocked.With a heavy heart, I started packing my things up. I dropped over to my landlady for a while, and we shed some tears; telling that I’ve been endeared to her, and now that I am moving away, she will be quite lonely.The next thing I knew, I was dropped by the cab in front of the Kwan Art Institute building.“So everyone’s  here!” Choi Yu Na announced, whom I have just befriended this afternoon before the meeting. She’s just as jolly as I am.We hopped in the van. Others were still teary-eyed for being separated from their families. Oh, me? I played as dead as I can be. I mean, there’s nothing really left for me to bawl my eyes out for. My family’s far away, remember? 3.6, Ill Surprise HyunMi“So, you can choose what room you’ll be in via a draw,” Miss Lee said, and presented us a fish-bowl with papers in it. The bowl was passed, and mine said:West wing, third room. Upstairs. “What’s yours?” Yu Na shoved herself in and snatched my paper. “aww, that sucks! Mine’s at the east wing, first room. Well it’s okay. Let’s just visit each other, ne, HyunMi?” then she started asking the others.Seongjin, the badass-looking nerdy boy stared at me and lifted his paper, just enough for me to see what was written on it: Second room, west wing.I lightly slapped myself on the forehead. “Oh, please…”Fifteen minutes later, we were moving our things in, and I have discovered that First Placer-unnie, a.k.a Park So Eul, was in the same wing as me. I have also discovered that my room was the only one in the duplex that was upstairs.Dinner came, and after so I got to know everyone. Good thing Yu Na possessed a sunny nature that the awkwardness was lessened. The next day /  Key's POV So there we were, 6 in the morning, stepping out of the van with sleepy eyes and dizzy heads. As we entered, we were given instructions on where our partner’s room was. A fishbowl was passed around, and mine was the third room of the west wing, upstairs.The house was both a mansion and a duplex at the same time. Why they were divided into two wings, is because that the East side was more of a traditional Korean-style house, and the West side was, quite obviously, more like of western style architecture.Miss Lee, our guide, said that this was going to be a surprise visit. By this time, they’re still asleep, so we could just barge in and, well, surprise them. Before I knew it, I was standing before the door of my partner’s room. I had a wishing inside me that said, I hope it’s a girl.I opened the door slowly, and every screech felt like the loudest sound in the world. And my first impression of the room: huge.It occupied the whole upstairs, so it was indeed really big. A couch, a bookshelf, a canvas-stand, table, et cetera. Everything you could ask for in a room are here. Except for the TV—because it’s in the lobby.So, yeah. Back to my partner.I looked for the bed, and there it was. There was something on it, being covered with blankets. My heart did a little tap-dance as I saw curly strands of brown hair sticking out.Should I wake her?Yes?No?Yes?No?Aish. Yes. I ain’t called Almighty for nothing. I slowly approached the bed, and took a good view of the figure. I was hesitating to open it, because, you know, people disturbed from sleep are more dangerous than assassins.I heard a groan from under the bed, and arms started to stretch out as the sound was emitted. She removed the cover off of her, and before I could even lean in to wake her up, she opened her eyes, finally awake from her slumber.And my morning greeting? “OH MY GOSH! A PERVERT!” she yelled, and before I could protest, snatched a pillow beside her and threw it at me, like a professional baseball player. You know, pillows aren’t supposed to hurt that bad, but my situation right there made an exception. The pillow hit me in the face so hard I tumbled down the floor. Imagine Onew-hyung’s ttakbam. It was sort of like that. I removed the pillow off my face and stood up, regaining my dignity. I glared at the person on the bed, and that was when I realized who she was.“YOU—YOU WERE THE CLUMSY GIRL THAT KNOCKED ME OVER!” I gasped as I added, “YOU’RE MY PARTNER?!”She seemed to recognize me, too, that her face relaxed a bit. “You… you’re… Key. Am I correct?”I grunted. “Psh, good thing you know,”“I… I’m sorry…” she said, shrouding herself with her blanket, only revealing her eyes and nose.I snickered. “What are you apologizing for?”“B-b-because…”Whatever it was, she got cut off, because a knock came on the door saying, “Go downstairs, now, please. Miss Moon? Mister Kim? We are going to have breakfast!”She hurriedly got down from the bed, wore a robe, and made her way for the door.“Moon HyunMi? That’s your name?” I mused, speaking her name with a little admiration.She peered over her shoulder and did a little bow. Then she went out.“I have the feeling that she’s smitten by my charms,” I said to myself, smiling, then followed after her. ---------------------------------------I am updating. this is a convulsion of nature