Under Sun
12. Paints Her Portrait

"So it's done?"

Jaehyun had a quick glance, but although he still noticed the news headline printed on thin paper, "Yes. The case is done. It just so happened that the plotters were found dead in the southeast."

Then Jea nodded, though not really understanding where it started.

"Today we go home."

"Where's Mister?"

Jaehyun averted his gaze, "To Toronto, our home."

A little strange in Jea's hearing, but the girl still agreed. In fact, being in Michigan is not a bad choice. This city is so beautiful, with all its uniqueness. Although only briefly, Jea can feel clearly if Michigan is a city that is not worth leaving behind. Toronto is not the wrong choice.

"General," Jisung, who had been standing behind Jaehyun, met when one of the lieutenants approached him and relayed some information.

"Why?"

"The car is ready. You can get back to Toronto right now."

After hearing that, Jaehyun immediately stood up and looked at Jea who also stood up. His hand turned to grab the military's dark green coat, then Jaehyun immediately walked out of the room after making sure Jea had walked in front of him.

Because Jaehyun did not want Jea to disappear again like the first day they arrived in Michigan.

"Eh? What's up, sir?" Jea was confused as her hand was already in Jaehyun's grasp.

Jaehyun was initially silent. Trying to find the right reason why he suddenly did it. True, Jaehyun was also a little surprised because he reflexively held the girl's hand. Was it because he was afraid of hardship if Jea got lost again?

"If you're missing, I'm the hard one."

Then Jea rounded her mouth, the wide pair of eyes staring at Jaehyun sparklingly. Perhaps, Jea was thinking about how good an Jaehyun was for thinking about him.

Before they actually set foot outside the motel, Jea constantly looked around. Trying to look in all directions so that not a single piece of Michigan scenery was missing from his mind.

A different car from last night. Now Jea thought to herself, how many cars does Jaehyun have?

"Master drives himself?" It seemed that the woman was a little confused as it was not Jisung or the other subordinates of Jaehyun who were driving.

"Yes." Yeah."

Jea then fell silent. Not knowing what to talk about. Because actually, accepting the fact that Jaehyun and Jeffrey are two different figures is very difficult to do. Jea is often baffled by the drastic changes Jaehyun and Jeffrey make. Like at the moment.

Finally Jea decided to stare out the window, "Master, can I open the window?"

"Please."

Then Jea opened the window with excitement. Truly, there is nothing more meaningful today than to find a gentle breeze sweeping through the hot skin.

The pair of eyes closed, making the lashes more visible. Like living in moments like now, the warmth of the sun is also a gust of wind that is not too cold.

Jaehyun glanced to the side several times. He wondered what Jea was doing. Then unexpectedly, a small smile was painted on his flat face.

Accidentally, Jaehyun remembered something.

Ah, yes too.

This woman was never called the sun for almost half of her life.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

Jea immediately turned her head, "Yes Mister?"

Jaehyun did not reply. But he looked serious from the look on his face, making Jea process back word for word that had just been thrown.

"W-what can you do, sir?"

"Why not?"

A big smile suddenly rose on that face. It's obvious that Jea is happy. Really, can't even Jea hide her mood?

"Thank you!"

The second thing that confused Jaehyun today; what exactly is he doing now?

Jaehyun secretly refused outright if his intentions were based on the woman. Not at all. Jea is not the reason. He just wanted fresh air, and Jea just happened to want the same thing. Is that so it should be?

The silver car drove faster on the gray road, making several strands of leaves on the asphalt drift somewhere. The sound of cars was heard along the way. Feeling the need for something more fitting in the ear, Jaehyun chose to play the radio perched on the top of the car dashboard.

The strains of jazz thumped softly, accompanying the two in every passing minute.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, around the eastern seaboard of Detroit. With two sunday roasts and one earl grey tea that Jaehyun bought at Bennigan's on the sidelines of their trip to the destination Jaehyun planned.

About ten minutes by car from Bennigan's, the car stopped just above a quiet stretch of green grass.

Wait, where is this place? Is there such a beautiful place?

Maybe, too amazed.

"What meda? Come out," Jaehyun let out all the fleeting daydreams that had been sticking out. Jea then took a slow look and followed in the footsteps of his master who had gotten out of the car.

His eyes were now glued down, staring at a pair of feet wrapped in a pair of brown-styled shoes. It seemed, the girl was a little curious as to how it would feel if her bare feet met with yellowish-green grasses.

"Why?" Jaehyun turned his head, then slightly furrowed his two eyebrows. The man followed the direction of Jea's view but what he found instead— nil. There's nothing wrong there. Then why did Jea pay so much attention to both of his legs?

"Ah, no sir, I'm just curious."

"About?"

Jea looked up, displaying a fiery brown netra, "How does it feel when the feet touch the wild grass, sir?"

Now, instead of answering, Jaehyun just fell silent. Really, how bad was the day after day that he went through before meeting with Jaehyun?

The man's footsteps brought Jaehyun closer to Jea. Unlike the master who had to slightly lower his gaze, Jea tried to look up more and more as Jaehyun got closer to him.

"Let me show you what it's like."

Jaehyun immediately lowered his body, making one of his knees become the center of the pedestal on the ground with the other knee remaining bent.

"T-Master?!" Jea shrieked in shock as Jaehyun's hand moved touching his leg.

In his entire life, no one touched his feet. Of course this is surprising considering Jaehyun is the master and he is just a slave delivery.

"Stay standing."

Jaehyun's words just now sounded clear and firm. Jea did not want to disappoint her master, let alone refute. So, the girl decided to remain standing awkwardly as her hands squeezed the dress she was wearing.

Secretly, Jea noticed below, how Jaehyun slowly removed his shoelaces. His master's fingers looked long and large. Jea was even more stunned as one of the hands gently held her calf.

"Lift your legs."

Jea nodded in disarray. With the help of Jaehyun's hand, Jea raised his leg. Soon Jaehyun took advantage of the opportunity to pull his shoes apart.

Featuring white feet with a red hue at each end of his fingers.

Jaehyun's hand, which had been in the calf of the woman, pulled down to touch the bare soles of Jea's feet.

The hand felt warm, Jea admitted it.

"You ready?" Jaehyun now looked up, looking at Jea who seemed too nervous because his legs did not come off.

"Yes, sir."

Hearing him then made Jaehyun gradually release his grip on the soles of Jea's feet. Just touch the foot was slumped down very slowly, permeating the intricacies of the new feeling that is currently being felt.

The clump stroked his foot deeper when the foot was successfully completely treading on the ground.

"It feels. ticklish."

For some reason, it seemed that the girl's smile was again contagious. Jaehyun smiled as Jea looked at him with a pair of shiny eyes. The girl's lips were unceasingly pulled upwards.

Intrigued, Jea immediately set her other foot on a more advanced site. So on, until unconscious, Jea was half running in the middle of the weeds that swayed slowly.

Realizing there was nothing else there, laughter was released. Jea felt so free.

Running amidst the weeds until her cream dress fluttered along the path. The brown mane was dancing with the winds that blew slowly. Accompanying the afternoon that feels no longer so hot.

Really, there was no more beautiful thing for Jaehyun than this time.

Secretly, Jaehyun took out a piece of canvas with his wooden board from inside the car. Then take the palette and also the brush. For whatever sake, Jaehyun felt that he did not want to miss a single moment when he was with the girl.

His smile, as bright as the sun, as bright as a star.

How could Jaehyun miss that?

Jea exhaled her breath many times, still with a grin that was imprinted. His body fell to the ground, making the grass as the base. The pair of arms stretched straight. Also, his bare feet that still felt amused, swept by weeds.

His breathing began to settle, as his eyes closed tightly. Suddenly Jea was sleepy after spending her time running around earlier. A gust of wind like a hard support to immediately fall asleep in the middle of that low grassland.

A pair of Jaehyun's netra stared at Jea's goal. Not releasing anything for a second. The question of what's wrong with him now is no longer ignored.

Her hands were already moving on the white canvas as Jea was already lying on the grass with her cream dress slightly exposed to her knees.

Jaehyun is now printing a grand portrait that caught the eye.

He looked at the sleeping girl for too long, so that his hands felt able to move by themselves without the need for him to pay attention.

Jaehyun, feeling great rustling, in a real sense.