The studio was a mess, paint splattered across the floor, canvases leaning against every wall. She was in the middle of a painting frenzy, completely lost in her creative world. She was wearing one of Jiyong's oversized t-shirts, her hair pulled back, her face smudged with paint.

She was attempting to recreate a famous painting, but with her own unique style.

Jiyong was content to sit back and observe. He was perched on a stool, strumming a quiet melody on his guitar, his eyes fixed on her. He'd been watching her for hours, mesmerized by her passion and artistic energy.

She stepped back from the canvas, tilting her head, her brow furrowed in concentration. She chewed on her lip, a habit he found endlessly endearing. Suddenly, she grabbed a handful of glitter and threw it at the canvas, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Jiyong couldn't help it. A giggle bubbled up from his chest, followed by a full-blown laugh, his signature gummy smile lighting up his face. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he shook his head in amusement.

She turned to him, her face covered in paint and glitter. "What? What now?" she asked, her voice slightly exasperated.

He gestured towards the canvas, still grinning. "It's just... so you," he said, his voice filled with affection. "So chaotic, so unexpected, so brilliant."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "It's a masterpiece in progress," she said, striking a dramatic pose.

He laughed again, his gummy smile widening. "It is," he said, his gaze softening. "Everything you do is a masterpiece."

He set aside his guitar and walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently wiped a smudge of paint from her cheek, his touch lingering. "You know," he whispered lowly, "you're even more beautiful when you're covered in paint and glitter."

She blushed, her heart fluttering. "Oh, stop it," she said, playfully shoving him.

He grinned. "Never," he said, pulling her into a hug, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration.