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Mori Art Ti | kth

Mori Art Ti | Recordatio — Soulmate! AU

— Remembering everything was something your heart longed for, but the moment you ventured in the deep end, you were reminded of a tragedy that haunts your mind.

Word Count: 3,741 Contents: DraMA, AnGSt, pINING, flUff, Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, tae loves art and his soulmate, S o F t HOuRS, y/n cries a lot in here sorry UwU Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

[masterlist] | Part of the [Recordatio Series]

A/N: I had to choose a name for Tae’s past life and their son so I went with Vincent bc I adore Van Gogh and artist!Taehyung a lot, so I had to incorporate those somehow adnfiaksdbgib this is a touch cheesy and cringey lmAO but I hope you all liked it!

Ah, yes, museums. They hold a dear place in your heart. Perhaps, it was because of how much of the past it carries, and how you liked to hope that you’ll see something that connects to your previous life in here. Perhaps, you were being a little delusional, but you weren’t being out of place.

A lot of people, if not gifted with memories, visit historical areas and whatnot, hoping to achieve triggers and to unlock the depths of the soul that held the past lives they’ve had with their soulmate. You’ve already tried your hand at the psychics and whatnot that the ladies these days were fussing about. Yet, you still don’t have triggers—at least something that could’ve told whether or not you have a LoveBook account to access.

“The few of the latest works in the exhibit were from one V. A., a French painter with not much history to his name. There were no self-portraits or entries found to tell how he may have looked like or lived, however the majority of his surviving works were of an unknown woman. Experts suggest that she may have been his wife, but there are not much known about her either. She has been dubbed as Amour, meaning love,” your good friend, Hazel, reads from the pamphlet, knocking you out of your stupor as the two of you walked through the hall leading to the new exhibit of the museum.

Shivers ran down your spine, but you continue on. It must be just the air conditioning. “Ooo, mon amour,” you jokingly muse, peaking over her shoulder only to see the small section for this unknown artist. The pictures of his paintings weren’t as prominent, but you had hoped that the artworks won’t disappoint in person.

Once the two of you finally reached the newly decorated section of the building, you were surprised to see only a few people walking around. “I guess we missed the party,” Hazel then whispers to you, making you giggle. Soon, you both started with the left side of the room. “Tae would love all of these though,” she quietly squealed to you, with a big grin as the two of you passed by large abstract painting.

An absentminded hum left your lips. “Who?” you then asked. Of the number of men she’s claimed as the love of her life, you were confused of who she was talking about.

Hazel rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disappointment, as if what left your lips translated into some alien language. “Kim Taehyung from BTS?” she said, matter-of-factly. “I’ve told you about them like a gazillion times. He’s the one I perform as in my cover group!”

It was your turn to do the rolling of the eyes. “Ah, you mean the ones you scream about in the middle of the night or the ones you scream to father your children?” you sassed, batting your eyes before you proceeded to imitate her seizure-like expressions.

Hazel gasps like you accused her of some atrocious crime. “Yah!” she swats your arm, “It’s not like it’s going to happen anyways! Let me have my moments!”

You laugh as she childishly pouts and focuses on the pamphlet again in some attempt to give you the cold shoulder. Leaving her to her own devices, you finally began observing the works of art around you.

One particular masterpiece caught your eye. A painting of a woman looking out a window and into a garden just seemed to be calling you. Hazel was occupied looking around to notice you’ve left her to take a closer look. “A Wondrous Bloom, V.A., 1758,” you found yourself tracing the letters of the nameplate next to the painting.

Something came over you—captured you into the painting itself.

The air was suddenly wistful, a soft glow shrouding everything around you as the walls of white turn into worn wooden ones. The scent of petrichor and the sight of glistening plants told you of the rain that had passed. It was blissful.

“Do I not have errands to do today for you, mon amour?”

You felt arms around your waist, but your body doesn’t respond with the fear and panic going on in your head. Instead, you leaned into this man’s touch, lips moving on their own accord. “I have already done the necessary works. You needn’t worry yourself about it, darling. You should go on and finish your painting,” you tell him, your giggle echoing through your own ears.

Inwardly, you cringed at the way you were acting. Good God, you sounded like a school girl. This isn’t like you, (Y/N)! Why does it feel like someone’s controlling you? Why do you seem so fine with it?

Soon, a baby’s cry was heard. You weren’t that efficient with children, but this unfathomable worry blossomed in you when you heard the cries. The arms around your waist pulled away, followed by feet softly padding towards wherever the cries were coming from.

The unease in your heart settles as you hear the man, who had been entangled with you before, let out a soft coo at the child. “However, that will have to wait. It seems that our little prince is the one who is restless,” he hums thoughtfully, “Fear not, I will take care of it.”

Once you felt control over yourself, you turn to look at this mysterious gentleman and your supposed little prince, but you were met with the familiar walls of the museum. Everything felt empty, lacking the life and wonder that they had initially filled you with. Heart racing, you shake your head, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the tears that were threatening to fall. You were familiar with this gaping feeling within you. You’ve dealt with it for the past few days with your dreams. Had that really been a past life? Was that really my s—

“(Y/N).”

The voice sounded so urgent. You were shocked by the hand that suddenly grabbed yours and began to pull you towards the end of the wall. “What is it?” you asked Hazel once she suddenly comes to a stop. Rubbing your hand, you couldn’t quite bit back the irritation that laced your words. You were already emotional as is, and she just hauled your ass like you were a doll.

“Look!”

It was then you noticed she was staring up at a painting. You find yourself following her line of sight, and you were rendered speechless.

The woman in the painting wasn’t an exact replica of you, but the resemblance was there. She looked older, a little over her best years, with the same eyes as yours. Her (h/c) hair had wisps of white, flowing freely and reaching just below her hips. She was dressed in white, surrounded by flowers. The poise and elegance in her aura was very much different from you, but somehow, you could still sense a likeness.

Tears were now flowing down your cheeks, and you did nothing to hold them back. Little by little, the pain in your heart spreads like wildfire, wreaking havoc upon the joy that inhabited its domains. You began to understand just how some people could lose their mind over a simple trigger.

In your case, your very first trigger gave you a glimpse of a contented version of yourself in paradise, and proceeded to lock you out of that heaven. You felt like a helpless sinner forced to watch from the lifeless fields of limbo. The overwhelming desire to be with your soulmate again ensnares you as you stared onto the portrait.

Behind you, Hazel could barely hold back her excitement. “Please tell me I’m seeing this right. This is so awesome! Is she your past life, or something? Are you getting any triggers or what?” she happily shakes you by the shoulders. It was then she felt your shoulders shake with sobs following. “(Y/N)?” she makes you face her, “Why are you crying?”

Her panic catches the attention of other spectators. The room suddenly felt suffocating. You don’t remember. You want to remember, and yet all you were getting from this portrait are flashes you barely have the time to comprehend.

You could feel an audience forming around the two of you, their pitiful and curious gazes searing into your very being. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Clinging onto her arm, you miserably tried to piece yourself back together. “Let’s just go home,” you whimpered, “Please.”

“(Y/N)?” a voice gently calls to you. “Come on, sweetie. Say something.”

One week has passed since the museum incident, and you refused to do the tea-spilling that Hazel demanded as soon as the two of you made it back home. What made her current state different from the one that pestered you to from days before was the overwhelming amount of concern in her voice. You could sense it in her stare too.

The two of you had been up since three in the morning. The streetlights had still been lighting up the dark alleyways at that ungodly hour. Hazel had just awoken you from a nightmare. The sheets were as disheveled as you hair. Her heart raced as she watched you stare into nothingness with this empty look in your puffy eyes.

For days, this has been the sight she would often awake to. She has tried everything she could. She even poured you more coffee than usual, thinking it would lift your mood like it always does, but alas, you haven’t said a word since then—only breaking your silence tell her that you wanted to go back to the museum and look at more of V.A’s paintings. You would say this every other day, and it always ends the same way. She was doubtful, but she knew you were as stubborn as a bull.

And so, here you two were.

Your lips returned to its wordless state, as you spent your time staring at a landscape painting of a beach. The forefront was peaceful, where a woman and a child played, but a storm was rolling from afar, slowly turning the calm waters into raging waves. Hazel is even more worried than before. “(Y/N),” she whined, “at this rate, you’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

Hazel has no idea if you even felt the nudge she landed against your shoulder. You were still unresponsive. “You’ve been having a lot of nightmares recently,” she frowns with a sigh. “Who’s this Vincent you’re dreaming about? Is he someone I should beat him up?”

Not a sound came from you—save for the shaky outbreath that left your lips as tears slowly cascaded down your cheeks.

“Vincent...”

“Vincent,” you call after the little one with a chuckle. “You best be careful! You might injure yourself!”

Giggles only came to you as a response, easing whatever was left of your worries. You see your little boy chase after the flock of seagulls that made the mistake of landing on the shore and witnessing the blazing might his chubby legs unleashed upon them. Still, the clouds rumbled from a far distance. The storm will come soon—by nightfall, you suspected. This worries you once more.

You continued to follow his wobbling figure, just a few steps from behind with one hand out to reach for him in case he falls. You were the struggling to hold the armful of (f/c) cotton to save it from sea water that posed as another threat. The garment was newly bought by your husband—of course you had to take care of it well.

“You worry too much, mon amour!” a voice endearingly calls out to you, making you freeze for a moment. “He’s young! Let him play around!”

You look towards the voice, a smile tugging at your lips as you wave at the figure perched by a fallen dead tree with a makeshift wooden easel. “He’s reckless, like his father!” you yell back, laughing.

Crouching at your son, you brushed the tufts of his hair away from his face to see his eyes beam at you. “You really must only take after your father’s name and handsomeness, cherie,” you jest, tapping your son’s nose, “inheriting his personality too will make you quite a force to be reckoned with.”

Your son ignores this however and continued to play with the sand. It’s not like little Vincent would understand what you fully mean—he’s only four after all. You chuckle to yourself and look back at your husband.

His face was a little blurred in your eyes because of the distance, but your mind could envision the wide grin and nose scrunch on his handsome face before he continued to work on his latest piece. However, you caught sight of him scouring his box of materials. It concerned you for a moment, when he stands up, brushing off his worn pants. You took a few steps towards him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What is it?” you ask as you got closer.

He gestures you to halt midway and smiles. “I’ll return in just a few minutes, mon amour!” he informs you, “I ran out of linseed oil. I’ll only fetch my spare bottle at home, alright?”

“Alright,” You nod. “Take your time.”

You walk on towards his setup, looking at the progress of his painting. The canvas was halfway finished, you supposed. The perfectionist in him tends to change his mind at last minute, but still, you knew well that your husband works hard. He’s been working on the beach landscape since last week in between other jobs, eager to earn more money for your little family.

“I wonder if it will be enough for winter,” you ponder to yourself. It was fortunate that he managed to sell two of his still life paintings to a travelling merchant last month. He had come home to you then with a big grin on his face.

This had made life a bit easier for the three of you. You all had better food, better comfort, and better heating at night in the past few weeks. He had even bought Vincent a new toy and gifted you with a dress or two.

“Maman!”

The outcry you heard harshly pulled you out of your thoughts. Your heart fell as you quickly turned to look for your son. He was nowhere on the shore like you had been expecting him to. The panic pulsing through your veins made it hard for you to breathe. You frantically looked everywhere.

“Vincent?!” you cry out, “Vincent, where are you?!”

Then, you saw it.

“Maman!”

A pair of struggling, little arms soon appeared from the waves that tried to drown out frightened cries. Vincent was desperately trying to resurface and breathe, all the while calling for help. Your heart pounded wildly against your ribcages like an animal. How could the waves carry him that far already? No, no, no!

Without a thought, you faced the sea and ran towards him as quick as you were able. The water was cold and weighed you down, but you persisted. “Vincent, maman’s coming! Don’t worry!” you shout, surging through the deepening waters and reaching for him. “Come on,” you encourage him, “come to me, cherie. It’ll be alright.”

Your brain demands you to go back to shore. You can’t swim. You’ll drown.

Your heart persists. You’ll drown to save your son. This is all my fault. I’ll save him—or I’ll die trying.

“Vincent!”

The water goes deeper, and deeper. You could barely reach the seafloor, but you managed to take your boy into your arms—even as the waves worked to only push the two of you away.

“Vincent,” you try to assure him. “It’s alri—”

You cough, spitting out the salty seawater that you were forced to face when you were pulled under. You lose him again.

“Vincent!”

You feel his small hands clutch your arms and immediately, you give your strength to keep him up. Your entire body aches as you try to stay afloat. Your eyes were fading into darkness, but you persisted. Save him. Save Vincent. Save your son.

Kim Taehyung walks into the white hall, securing the mask that covers his face and the cap that serves as his guise. His heart was thumping as he approached the exhibit—his exhibit.

Is it safe to say that? He’s not really sure, but it does feel weird. Back then, he was Vincent Auclair—V.A.— an orphaned son of farmers who married young and died young. He was Kim Taehyung now—V of BTS—a son of farmers who’s loved for his talent as a musician of a world-renowned boy group. Luck and times have changed.

He hasn’t seen any of V.A’s works in decades. Last he saw of them was around 1920s, when his incarnate then had been caught trying to steal one from a curator. He had been unsuccessful then, but maybe his chances are more favored in this lifetime. He could buy it now. He is, after all, a global superstar and multimillionaire.

Just one painting—that’s all I ask. The one I had painted for my wife an—

“Vincent…”

Taehyung felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes instantly looking to whoever it was. His eyes landed on the two women to his left, standing just a few feet away. One of them was profusely crying while the other fretted and tried to calm her down.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" The panicking woman asked, "I told you this wasn't a good idea! Why did we even come here to see these paintings? You always cry, (Y/N)!"

In spite of eavesdropping being a manner unbecoming of him, Taehyung slowly inched closer. She always cries from seeing the paintings? Could she be...

The woman huffed loudly after her rant, catching Taehyung off guard as she looked around. He pretends to stay busy reading a nameplate, as to not get caught. "Stay here, hm?" She tells (Y/N), "I'll go get you some tissues."

Once the woman was gone, Taehyung let out a sigh of relief. He can finally approach the woman alone and find out just exactly who this (Y/N) is—besides her name and reaction to the paintings, he knows nothing.

He watched as (Y/N) stepped closer towards the very painting he was looking for. Sobs wracked her entire body. Taehyung's heart shatters. After all these years of not meeting her, he can't help but wonder if she and the incarnates he didn’t meet had spent their years blaming themselves for such an ill fate brought upon by an accident. There wasn’t any need to, but the pain of centuries passed returned to Taehyung—the pain he’s fought long to move on from.

“It's in the past,” he found himself saying as he stood next to her, staring the painting as well. From the corner of his eyes, Taehyung could see her glare at him.

(Y/N) was enraged. The lifetime that’s been flashing before her eyes has been rough. The way it also ends was a tragedy, and this jerk just comes in like he knows what she’s been through?

“It’s not that easy,” she seethed, “I lost—”

“You didn’t,” Taehyung found himself seizing her hands in his. Thinking about the poison your memories pour into you, he became angry with himself. It was the same fury that seized his very being, back when he had received the news.

(Y/N) tries to tug her hand away from this stranger, but he persists. Something about his presence begins to settle with her. Her glossy eyes stared into his, softening as she sees the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Taehyung decides to put things to rest. “That day…” he says with a shaky sigh, “we lost you.”

Her (e/c) eyes widened and her breath hitched. Recognition flashes in her eyes and he feels one of her hands reach towards his face. “Vincent?” she stammers, brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes.

Taehyung tugs his mask down with a bright smile, eliciting tears to run down his cheeks. “I’m Taehyung now,” he says, resting his hand over the one she had against his cheek. “Kim Taehyung.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened for a moment, but she shows him a soft smile that sent him into bliss. “(Y/N) (L/N),” her voice was just as soft. She leans forward, burying her face into his neck as she pulls him into an embrace.

Taehyung instantly secures a hold around her, trying to fuel all the love he’s been keeping bottled for years into this hug. “I missed you,” he confesses, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“What did you mean about losing me?” she soon asks him.

He pulls away to look at her. “In the lifetimes I’ve met you in, you didn’t remember at all. So, I never had the chance to tell you this,” he began, “but that day, our neighbor ran to me, just as I was about to return to the beach. He said that some fishermen managed to pull you and our little boy out of the water, but…”

“Only Vincent lived,” (Y/N) concluded and Taehyung confirms with a nod. As tragic as it was, she didn’t feel as broken as she had initially been. Her son lived—that’s what mattered to her.

A small smile remains on (Y/N)’s lips, as she let out a sigh of relief. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed and she could tell he was wondering why. “The guilt has been eating me away for days now,” she tells him, “I knew I had died then and there, but if Vincent had not lived, I would had never forgiven myself for failing to save our boy. Knowing now that I had died for him, I’m glad that it ended that way.”

Taehyung remains silent, and she knew why. He felt guilty about her death.

(Y/N) frowns. The tables have now turned and she couldn’t help but feel like it was her fault for bringing up such a topic. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs as she rests her head on his shoulder, rubbing circles into his back. He must’ve had it worse. He had lost his wife and had to raise his son alone.

“It’s alright,” Taehyung says with a deep breath before securing one arm around her. They look at the painting together. “We’re not them anymore,” he tells her, “this lifetime is a fresh canvas to paint with our adventures.”

All lifetimes are tragic in different ways, as it is fate’s ruthless work of art. The two you knew that well, and surely, this lifetime will have its pains too. The only way to keep going is to move on.

“It’s in the past,” he says again, and she softly agrees this time.

“We can start over.”

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boy-meets-euphoria · 7 years

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melonkooky · 5 years

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the art of love [kim taehyung]

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word count: 3576

genre: art school/college!au, taehyung x female reader (mainly 3rd person), fluff

warnings: no warnings 😊😊

author’s note: decided to enter into @btsboulangerie‘s september prompt contest. i’ve been working on this the past few weeks since september started. i know it’s early and there’s still a few weeks before the deadline but i just thought i’d put it out there (mainly because i might forget to post it). also, i’m apologizing in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes that i didn’t catch!!

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

taehyung raised a soft, half-asleep hand up to his face in order to rub the sleep from his eyes. he yawned in the process, soft sigh falling past his pink lips. he was exhausted to say the least, but that was because he had stayed up majority of his night finishing his most recent project.

it was a painting. he was attempting to mimic vincent van gogh’s style of art and integrating it with his own style. it was a simple painting of some buildings that he took a picture of while he was vacationing with his family a year ago in the united kingdom.

the painting was being held in his other hand as it was due today. taehyung walked onto the school campus, not expecting a lot to happen. but he noticed a small crowd of his fellow art students. it was hard to see as they were forming an uneven semi-circle directly in front of a brick wall. it was near the entrance.

quite intrigued by the matter, the tired look in his eyes vanished and his curiosity was peaked. being extra cautious of his painting, taehyung maneuvered through the crowd of students, mumbling tiny “excuse me”s every so often. finally, he reached the front and got a good view of what every was gawking at.

taehyung had to crane his neck back in order to get the full picture of what he was looking at, literally. he was close to the wall. at first, he noticed the shade of purple that was used. obviously it was graffiti, judging by the unique style of letters. it was a statement, a quote, that had been spray painted onto the brick wall. it read: “be the change you want to see in the world.” taehyung shyly smiled. he believed strongly in that quote.

after admiring the artwork on the wall, one that he knew would for sure anger the professors, he was about to turn around when his ears caught wind of some conversations.

“i wonder who did this…”

“it’s so pretty.”

“imagine mr. khan’s face when he sees this.”

taehyung also wondered who had done this. he was intrigued, drawn to the unique style of art, and the choice of canvas. still, he had to get to class.

taehyung forced himself through the crowd once more, checking to make sure that his piece of art hadn’t been ruined or contaminated in any way. once he was sure that it was fine, he hurried into the building, excited to get to class. taehyung had always admired art, it was a passion of his. for as long as he could remember, he would use whatever writing utensil he could find and draw on whatever was in front of him. his mom would always get mad at him when it happened to be a black pen and a placemat at the dining table. sometimes it would even be crayon on the walls. but with all the practice, taehyung’s art majorly improved. he loved how beautiful art was, and he always admired the deep, hidden meaning that some of the pieces had.

taehyung walked into the classroom, the life-changing quote still in his mind. that’s how to start a good day, he thought.

upon walking to his seat, he noticed that the classroom was completely empty. he was a bit early, he noticed when he pulled out his phone to look at the time. but, as he glanced around the vacant classroom, he noticed that there was a girl over in the corner. a section of her hair fell onto the side of her face while she used a pencil to seemingly shade something in. her eyes were trained onto the paper, not even leaving her sketchbook as her free hand came up to brush the section of hair behind her ear. she looked beautiful.

suddenly, she glanced upward, nearly giving taehyung a heart attack. he gasped. strange noises left his mouth as his cheeks changed from their typical sunkissed, golden color to a deep, cherry red. the girl remained staring at him, looking at innocent as ever. “h-hey.” taehyung finally managed to say, hesitantly moving around a few tables to get closer to her table.

“hi.” she replied, eyebrows raised slightly.

taehyung’s hand moved to the back of his neck. “sorry for staring.”

she blushed, a shy smile coming to her face. “it’s okay. you probably were just surprised to find someone else in here.”

or because you were absolutely beautiful…

taehyung cleared his throat. “yeah.”

suddenly, she glanced downward. “is that your project?”

taehyung’s eyes widened, cheeks red once more. he smiled proudly and help up his painting to her. “yeah. my reference was a picture i took when i was in england.”

her eyes were wide with amazement. taehyung noticed a particular sparkle in her eye, and he couldn’t help but feel even prouder. she seemed genuinely amazed at his piece of artwork. “wow!” she said quietly while running the tips of her fingers along each stroke. “it’s beautiful. so unique.”

taehyung grinned. “thank you!” then he glanced around. “do you have your final project?”

she looked down at her sketchbook before gasping suddenly. before taehyung could even blink, she was flipping her sketchbook over, causing her pencil to fling off of the table and onto the floor. when taehyung looked at the pencil, then her sketchbook, and then back at her face, she was bright red in color. taehyung’s eyes widened. “are you okay?”

“uh… yeah.”

she flashed taehyung an unconvincing smile, but taehyung didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. then, he bent down, picking up the stray pencil, and then handed it back to her, a smile on his face as he did so. “well, then.” he laughed shyly. “i’ll see you around i guess.”

she was still blushing, and seemed extremely flustered, but she still managed to say, “see ya.”

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you sighed in relief as you watched his back while he walked away from you. your heart was still pounding against your ribcage, and your face still felt hot. once he was sitting down in his seat and became distracted by his phone, you flipped over sketchbook and found that you had accidentally creased a corner of the paper. it wasn’t too bad, but it still made your pout slightly. after one glance at your fellow art student, you picked up your pencil and continued sketching.

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taehyung was proud that the teacher liked his painting. every time he looked at it, he remembered the countless amount of minutes he had spent on it, how he painstakingly painted each stroke. careful not to make any mistakes. his hard work paid off, he got a 100%.

after class, taehyung was ready to go back to his dorm. he planned on calling his parents and asking them if he could visit on the weekend and give them his painting.

while standing up from his seat, just after the bell rang, taehyung glanced behind his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the girl he had met earlier. for a split second, he wondered why he had never seen her before. but his question was quickly answered. she sat in the very back corner of the classroom, an entire desk - that could fit four people total - all to herself. she was also extremely quiet and mainly kept to herself.

taehyung felt like he was very similar to her. he did have friends that attended this college, but they had completely different majors, therefore, he didn’t have any friends in his art class.

the young art student glanced back over in her direction, only he caught her looking at him. surprised by that, taehyung looked away, feeling all of his blood rush to his cheeks. his hands froze, being in the middle of packing his sketchbook into his backpack. he wanted to look at her again, to see if she was still looking. so he did, only she wasn’t there anymore. she disappeared, as if nobody was there to begin with.

his shoulders relaxed, but his heart sunk. a strange feeling.

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the next day, taehyung showed up at the same time. he wondered if she would be there already, just like yesterday. he was actually really looking forward to seeing her again, and he was wondering if he should try talking to her again. as he walked towards the building, he noticed that a few janitors of the school were working on cleaning the purple graffitied wall, although they had hardly made any progress. he felt the corner of his mouth tug upwards as he walked by, just as he slipped into the building.

the door to the art classroom soon came into view. as he approached the entry to the classroom, taehyung grew nervous. there was nothing stopping him, he had no reason to turn away and come back later. and yet, here was was actually considering it. why was he so nervous? he loved meeting new people, he loved making friends. taehyung found it easy and enjoyable.

taehyung shook his head, as if to shake away all his anxiety. with a deep, calming inhale, he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. he looked around, finding the classroom empty once again, with the exception of the quiet, artistic girl sitting in the corner.

taehyung stopped, time seemingly to follow his en suite. the morning sun coming in through the tall windows was enough light for the classroom, and while it enveloped everything in a golden ray of light, taehyung easily took in the scene of her in front of him. how the sun gave her skin a mesmerizing golden hue, how he allowed him to see all of her. taehyung was falling in love.

the girl looked up, her beautiful eyes meeting his own. when she recognized who it was, she quickly turned a page in her sketchbook, attempting to hide her sketch. taehyung didn’t necessarily notice, his mind was far too occupied to think.

taehyung came out of his trance, his cheeks burning. he swallowed hard. “h-hi.” he spoke nervously.

the girl blushed as well, although it was hardly noticeable underneath the sun’s glow. “h-hey.” she replied.

taehyung walked closer to her desk. he kept his gaze away from her eyes, her face. he was too worried about how he had basically stared at her for a solid minute. “i noticed that you sit here by yourself.”

she nodded, a shy smile on her face. “yeah. i don’t have any friends in this class.”

taehyung felt himself smile. “yeah, me too.”

a silence fell between them, and it pained taehyung. what else should he say?

“um, do you mind if i sit with you? that way you won’t be alone.”

her eyes widened, her blush coming back. “yeah, yeah, go ahead.” she gestured to the seat across from her.

taehyung felt his heart skip a beat. she was so nice, and kind. it was hurting taehyung. he smiled as he pulled out the seat across from her, placing his backpack in the empty chair next to him. “so,” he said, pulling his sketchbook out of his backpack. “did you see the graffiti outside, by the entrance?”

she looked up, having started to doodle variations of flowers on the corner of the blank piece of paper. “o-oh, that. yeah, i did.”

“i wonder who did it.” he paused. “i liked the message, a lot actually. it’s always been my favorite quote.”

she smiled, “me too.”

“do you have an idea of who did it?”

the girl seemed to avoid his gaze. her eyes were trained on something outside the window now. taehyung stared at her, waiting patiently for an answer. she cleared her throat, “about that… that graffiti was actually me.”

taehyung’s eyes widened. “wait, that was you?”

she nodded.

a wide grin showed on taehyung’s face. “wow! you’re just good at all forms of art, aren’t you? graffiti, painting, sketching-”

she blushed as taehyung complimented her. “although, i wouldn’t say i can watercolor.”

taehyung laughed. “yeah, i have problems with watercolors too. it’s either too dry or too watery and then i can’t really blend or overlap or get the right color, so in the end, it’s just a mess.”

“exactly!” she agreed loudly.

“you know,” taehyung began, still laughing slightly, “i don’t know your name.”

“it’s y/n.”

taehyung smiled and reached his hand out. she gently took it, another blush coming to her cheeks. “taehyung.”

until the art professor arrived, taehyung and y/n talked about many other things, finding that they had a lot of things in common. and on the things that they didn’t agree with, they would playfully argue, and it only brought them closer together.

after class, before y/n could leave, taehyung called out to her. he quickly swung his around, reaching for her arm in order to stop her from walking away any further. she gasped in surprise, cheeks turning a bright red. taehyung himself was surprised. his cheeks gradually began to match hers. he coughed into his fist, releasing her arm. “sorry, i just had a question.”

she smiled at him. “yeah?”

“do you want to get lunch right now?”

she grinned widely. “that sounds nice. where do you want to go?”

“that’s a good question.” he replied, a shy laugh following after.

“how about…”

taehyung watched as her gaze moved around the room. she was thinking, trying to think of a place to eat at. the aspiring artist seemed to space out as he studied her, wondering how she managed to look so cute, because suddenly, she was waving her hand in front of his face. “taehyung?” the way she said his name caused his heart to skip a beat.

“sorry.”

“i said what about [restaurant name]?”

“yeah, that sounds wonderful.”

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“i have another question.” taehyung spoke, swallowing his bite of noodles.

y/n looked up at him, attempting to slurp her noodles faster so that she could give him her full attention. “hm?” she managed to say.

“why did you flip your sketchbook over so fast? you were so flustered by it.”

y/n almost choked on her noodles. she hurriedly swallowed her bite, sitting up straighter. she prayed silently that her cheeks weren’t as red as the booth they were currently sitting in. “why do you ask?”

taehyung shrugged. “i don’t mean to pry. i’m just curious.”

“are you sure you want to know?” she asked him.

a weird, fuzzy anticipating feeling erupted in taehyung’s stomach. “yeah.”

she seemed hesitant, and taehyung wondered if he was making her feel uncomfortable. he surely didn’t want that.

y/n reached next to her and opened her backpack. she pulled out the sketchbook that taehyung was talking about. after she pushed aside her half-empty bull of ramen and made room to set down her sketchbook, she looked at taehyung. “please don’t feel weirded out by my drawings.”

taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed. he started to picture what he was going to see, both appropriate and inappropriate. he felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of inappropriate sketches.

slowly, she turned over the cover, allowing taehyung to see the first page. the first page was not what he was imagining. instead of nude drawings, there were sketches of birds, ones that he’s seen many times on campus. “wow.” he whispered, a smile on his face.

she continued. the next page was of a few realistic faces, some of the students he’s also seen in classes and on campus. a few pages later, he saw the rough draft of the graffiti on the wall. he spotted the written note in the top corner, reminding y/n to use the color purple.

“this is where it gets weird.” she warned.

taehyung didn’t understand. why was she being so shy? she drew amazing sketches and pictures, so realistic that it almost looked like they were just simply black and white photos.

y/n turned over the page, revealing a sketch that shocked taehyung. it was a picture of him, talking to one of his friends from another class. he was surprised how much detail she drew; the box-shaped smile, squinted eyes as he grinned, the shading on his face, everything about it wasn’t able to be described in words.

another page was turned and he recognized himself again, this time sitting in his chair in the classroom, drawing in his sketchbook. taehyung was in awe.

he glanced up at y/n, finding that she wouldn’t meet his eyes. her cheeks were still red, now matching the red used on the booths. taehyung’s jaw was hanging open and his eyes were wide. he definitely was in love.

seeing his reaction, y/n felt shy. she felt the need to slam her sketchbook closed and run out of the restaurant, away from taehyung. but she also felt a burst of confidence in her work. he didn’t seem disgusted or weirded out from her drawings of him. she often times felt like a stalker, convinced that he would never notice her.

but taehyung, he was in love. “wow, these are amazing.” he managed to say.

she smiled, “really?”

he nodded. “i could never match this skill.”

“you’re not, like, disgusted by me watching you and drawing you in my sketchbook?”

taehyung blushed. “not at all. i’m just surprised, and amazed.”

“taehyung,” she spoke quietly, “i don’t know when it began, perhaps it started on the first day of school when you first walked into the classroom, but, i like you. a lot.”

taehyung’s jaw dropped again. his cheeks were bright red, looking like someone has attached two giant apples to his face.

she giggled in response, afterwards biting her lower lip.

“i must be dreaming.” taehyung whispered. “i like you too.”

y/n smiled happily. “that’s a relief.”

“can i have your number?” taehyung asked shyly.

y/n nodded. she grabbed her phone from her backpack and handed it to taehyung, who put his own number into his phone. “you should probably text me, so that i know it’s you.”

taehyung grabbed his phone, just as the screen lit up. it was a message from an unknown number, but he easily recognized who it was from. it was obvious given the moment. it was a simple heart emoji, and taehyung swore he stopped breathing when he looked at her again.

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months later

y/n cursed to herself as she glared at the painting in front of her. she had managed to mix the wrong color and in return, it ruined part of her painting. she needed to fix it. the only issue was, she had mixed that color in the first place because the white acrylic paint bottle had gone missing. she thought that she wouldn’t need it, but boy did she thought wrong.

with a sigh, y/n stood up from her stool. taehyung glanced over from y/n’s bed, attention pulled away from his phone. he had a small, mischievous grin on his face. y/n hadn’t noticed.

“what’s wrong, babe?”

y/n glanced at her boyfriend. she gestured vaguely to her painting as she walked over to the shelf across the room where all her art supplies were located at. she wondered if she had left the white paint bottle there by accident. “i messed up.”

taehyung watched eagerly. you wandered over to your art shelf and began moving things around, taking a random box off the shelf, searching through it, and then putting it back with a huff. you would check the same spots again and again, until your gaze gradually traveled up the rather tall shelf. and there, as the only item on that shelf because you couldn’t reach it, was the white acrylic paint bottle.

you heard a stifled laugh from the opposite corner of the room. you didn’t even need that sound to tell you who had done this. you turned around, an angry glare on your face. “kim taehyung.”

he finally released his cackle. he definitely was not holding back, and he was clearly enjoying this. “what’s wrong?” he asked while feigning innocence.

“you know what’s wrong.”

taehyung hopped off the bed, doing a slight skip afterwards, and then walked over to your side. he glanced up, a grin still seen on his face. “did i do that?”

you rolled your eyes. you shifted all of your weight on one leg before crossing both of your arms over your chest. “can you please get that down?”

taehyung reached up, easily grabbing the bottle, only he didn’t give it to you. instead, he opted to hold it up on the air. you groaned, “taehyung!”

“i need a reward.” he suggested.

you blushed slightly. “for grabbing the bottle that you put up there…”

taehyung wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. his lips were puckered out, and you were feeling yourself slipping. why did he have to be so damn cute?

finally, you pressed your lips to his. immediately taehyung deepened the kiss, clearly wanting more. you obliged, only while he was distracted, his arm came down. in the blink of an eye, you grabbed the bottle and pulled away from taehyung, a loud smack resonating after the two pairs of lips parted. taehyung stood there, surprised, as he watched you skip towards your canvas, pretending as if nothing had happened.

he sighed in defeat, shoulders evidently relaxing. “gotta love her.”

#bts #btsboulangerie #btsboulangerieseptember #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #kim taehyung #taehyung #v #bts one shot #bts imagine #bts scenario #taehyung one shot #bts fluff #bts au #kpop

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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Secret Journey > k.th

Chapter 12.

“You really don’t listen do you. Get in line for the plane.” I put my hand in Yuna’s back pocket and blow out my cheeks pretending not to listen. “Ah, jinja, Kim Taehyung.” My wife mutters as she follows Jungkook in line for the plane and I stand right behind her. “I told you baby, I’m your husband. I’ll wait for you all day, everyday. No matter who I am.” Yuna smirks before putting her hair in the way of her face. “I’m going to read a book to Taekwon on the plane. Okay?” “What will you read him?” She asks as we begin to hand the plane attendants our tickets. “The Story of a Rabbit.” I say opening my side bag and showing her the book. She smiles to herself before stepping forward and handing her ticket. “Noona, did you know that we bought out all the tickets to first class so no one would sit next to us?” Jungkook asks from the doorway. Yuna gives a nod before thanking the plane attendant very sweetly. The woman smiles back as I hand her my card. “Yeah, so no one could annoy us like usual flights.” She holds out her hand as I step through with a thank you. I intertwine our fingers greedily before kissing the top of her head.

We sit down in first class as Byungchan closes the curtains as regular plane guests enter the aircraft. “When we get back to Korea guess what we get to do?!” Yuna asks with a fake cheery voice making everyone groan as they pull out their headphones. “No. Please. Don’t let it be so.” Yoongi cries as he sits down with a huff. “That’s right! Your favorite activity!” Jin hyung looks at her confused. “I don’t get it.” He mumbles making her smile. “You all get to get your hair done!” She cheers making most of us groan. Yoongi pulls at his black hair. “Tell me it isn’t horrible, please.” Yoongi begs Yuna as I smirk. “We’re going back to natural colors.” Jungkook frowns at Yuna as he pulls at his half red hair. “But I just did this.” Yuna raises an eyebrow. “Against our decision for you to not do so. You do it anyway.” “It looks good, though.” Jungkook mumbles making Byungchan laugh, “Doesn’t mean you should have did it. Same as when Jin cut his hair for laughs and it was a disaster.” “Excuse me?! I couldn’t see! So I did it myself!” He defends making Jimin bust out laughing, Yuna puts her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her giggles. “See here!” Jin yells out making Namjoon hyung burst out laughing, “See here?! What year are you from.” Yuna sits down next to me with a giggle and I rub her belly as Taekwon moves around a bit. “Will I get to stay this color?” Yoongi asks, I grab the book from my bag as Yuna shakes her head at him. “It’s blonde for you, oppa.” He curses before folding his arms. “She’s gunna get it.” He mumbles probably talking about his secret girlfriend who we all know and love. “I’m going to read to him now.” I notify my wife as she scrolls through her work emails. She hums in agreement as I lay my head on her lap. “This is the story of a rabbit. Not just any rabbit; this is the story of the moon rabbit.” I whisper to her belly.

The car ride was silent back to the dorms, the mood was comfortable as we ride. Yuna receives and email next to me and sighs before shaking Byungchan’s shoulder and whispering to him. He grumbles to her in frustration and she nods at his comment. I frown and pull out my headphones watching the scene unravel. “What should we do then?” She asks curiously, “Mmm? Maybe we have them decide.” I lean forward and Yuna turns her head slightly to look at me. “What are you listening to?” She asks sweetly, “Frankie Valley.” I say pointing at my phone. “Then continue listening, baby.” I suck my teeth and frown as she puts my Airpod back in my ear. I look over at Jimin as he pauses his music but listens to Yuna and Byungchans conversation. Oh, he’s smart. I do the same as I close my eyes pretending to sleep. “Well I won’t be able to go in a few months because of the baby, they should go and film it now when two managers can be there. And, Taehyung will refuse to go late in my pregnancy. He wants to be with me for everything.” I open my right eye and look at Jimin. “Well... I guess we could do that, it’s just so far. How are we going to justify them being away for so long?” Byungchan asks listening to Yuna’s opinion seriously. “It’s Bon Voyage not sending them off to the military.” Yuna laughs along with Byungchan and he nods. “We’ll figure out where to go later then. It’ll be exciting! Fifth Season here we come!” Yuna leans back and looks over at me as I close my eye. She grabs my phone and my music begins to play. My airpod is taken out of my ear and I puff out my cheeks. “I’m your wife y’know. It’s not difficult for me to know what you will do.” I smirk and turn my head to look out the window. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Mhm.” She murmurs with attitude.

“My God!” I whine happily as Yuna and I step into our apartment. Yuna giggles as she takes off her shoes. “When will the puppies be back?” Yuna asks as she looks around the quiet apartment. “Bo Gum hyung is bringing them back tomorrow.” Yuna looks over at me with a large smile, “Shall I make him dinner?” She smiles deviously wiggling her eyebrows and I scoff, “My pregnant wife wants to make dinner for one of the best looking actors in Korea?” She rubs her belly before laying down on the couch. “I mean, he’s both of our friends.” She blinks rapidly looking up at me. I smile knowing it means nothing to her. “We can have him over for dinner. Sure. I miss your cooking.” I head over to the fridge, the doors fly open and I frown. “I forgot we have no food.” I pout looking at my wife as she plays with her hair. “Guess what I have?” She asks not looking up at me, “Hmm?” “Black card.” She pulls her wallet out of her black stretch pants and throws it in my direction. “You’re so cool.” I say dreamily as I waltz around the marble island and pick her wallet off the floor. “Jajjangmyun?” I ask hopefully. Yuna nods looking up at me with tired eyes. “Order while I nap.” She says fixing the throw pillow underneath her.

I grab Yuna’s clean takeout container and toss it in the garbage as she starts to head towards our luggage piled up by the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask leaning against one of the white twisted pillars in our apartment. “Grabbing the luggage?” She asks confused, “With my son in you, you’ll pick up such heavy luggage?” I ask raising my eyebrow, she turns her head and gives me a beautiful smile, “...No. Of course not.” “Mmm.” I mutter pushing off the pillar with my foot and walking towards the luggage. “Go get ready for bed.” Yuna hugs me from behind and I smirk rubbing her arms as I bend down. “I have a surprise for you, Tae.” She sings planting her cheek on the middle of my back. I smile before standing back up. That’s right, this fateful surprise that has had me excited since New York. “Is it really sexy lingerie waiting for me in our bedroom.” Yuna slaps my shoulder, the sting of her hand running through my skin. “Ow!” I whine as she pulls the back of my shirt. “You’re going to stretch my limited edition Chanel shirt!” I pout as I let my wife pull me. “I’ll get you a new one or whatever.” She teases as she pulls me towards the bedroom. As we approach the bedroom my nose picks up the faint smell of paint. “Oh.” I mutter putting my sleeve over my nose and mouth. It was strong, “Will the baby be okay?” I ask rubbing her stomach as she pulls me. “He’ll be fine. Come on.” As she pulls me the smell gets stronger. “Is the surprise that people broke in and spray painted our whole room with dicks?” I ask as she stops me in front of the bedroom door. She looks around before pulling off her shirt. I smile looking over her body and she looks incredulously at me before putting her shirt over my eyes. “Yah.” I whine reaching out for her. “It’s not a surprise if you can see.” She holds my hand and I relish the feeling of her warm skin against mine. Something I would never want to be without.

Yuna pulls me along and I smirk hearing her gentle whispers of caution "Careful, okay? The dresser is next to you." "Stairs now." She says after a few seconds and I feel out for the wall. "We're going down to the nursery?" I ask as she steps down next to me. "Step." She says quietly. I listen to her instructions as the smell of paint smacks me in the face. I stumble at the smell and Yuna clutches my arm. "Wah." She whispers, her voice almost in a trance like state. She clutches at my arm, her body shifting quickly next to me as she makes a circle. "Jinja." She squeals happily. "Can I take my blindfold off?! I want to see too!" I whine, she grabs at her shirt that covers my vision and lifts quickly. "This is your surprise." My eyes open and I gasp before pulling my wife close to my body. My chin resting on her head as I look around the room. "This is amazing, baby." I murmur as I stare at the freshly painted room. Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night painted beautifully all throughout the room. The crib with perfectly placed paint dripping, my heart flutters looking down at my proud wife. How much she must love me to paint the room like this knowing how much I love that painting and art, in general. Your eyes couldn't stay on one thing for too long, there was so much artistic value in the room. "This is the first time I'm seeing it too. It looks amazing." I turn her around, her hazel eyes shining up at me as I lean down. My lips touching hers, at first this kiss was soft but the passion within me couldn't be contained any longer. My tongue gliding over her bottom lip as she clutches at my back. All the love for this woman that I have is truly never ending, it was so amazing to have her here, as mine forever and I would never have to let her go. My forehead connects with hers as I pull away. "I love you. Thank you. Its amazing." I bend down, squatting on all fours before rubbing her bare tummy. My lips find purchase against her delicate skin. "I love you, little bean." I rest my cheek against Yuna's belly as Taekwon does small movements within my wife. "You can see brush strokes too. It's amazing." Yuna says carding her fingers through my hair. I look up and stare at the wall. The brush strokes were very apparent, they were gorgeous. "Maybe the second baby could have a Bob Ross theme." Yuna says as I stand up tall next to her. I smile widely at her words. Second baby. "God, I love you." I whisper, my thumb making strokes over her bottom lip. “We should get ready for bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

I lay in bed, my arm perched under my head as I watch Two Days, One Night. “Yuna-ya!” I yell out to my wife, “Hmmm?” She hums entering the room, “Where are we going for Bon Voyage?” I ask as she looks up from her phone. “Maybe Turks and Caicos or Bahamas.” I sit up and mute the t.v. “Wah! Really? That would be so much fun.” She smiles before tying her hair up. “It’ll be up to you guys, in the end we decided.” She steps into the bathroom getting ready for bed. “Eyy.” I mutter watching the beautiful countryside on screen. “I want to go on a countryside retreat soon.” I call to Yuna, she looks at me with a bubble mask on making me snort. “You look like a cute grey cloud.” She giggles before looking back. “I have a secret but I can’t tell you.” I roll my eyes, she was so good at this. So good at instigating my heart. “Why do you say these things knowing I’ll be dying inside to know?” “Agi.” Yuna says simply with her face in the sink. I frown before laying down, opening my pajama shirt. What does the baby have to do with the secret? “Is the secret that it’s not my baby?” I ask staring at the t.v. I snort at my joke before a towel smacks me on the side of the face. “Yah!” I yell holding my face. “Don’t say stupid things like that.” Yuna chides, “Okay, okay. It was just joke.” I say in English. “Even in English, it’s not funny.” She says in perfect English making me smile. She’s so good at everything she does, it’s really astounding. “Get your sexy butt to bed so we can sleep before tomorrows schedule.” She pats her sleeping mask on before giving me a thumbs up. “Sleep-sleep time!” I shut off the t.v. and open my arms closing my eyes. “I want to take a break soon, I’m tired. We need healing time.” I mumble as my wife's head lays on my arm. “That’s true. My ankles hurt, I want to rest one day soon.” She complains and I open my eyes, “Would you like a massage?” I worry about her, her job is difficult and here she is carrying my son and never complaining. “I just want to sleep.” She whispers putting her hand over my eyes and closing them for me. I hum in agreement before pulling her close. “Goodnight.”

“My SCALP IS BURNING!” Yoongi yells bouncing around the rented hair studio. Yuna looks up at him with a smile. “You’re doing well.” I sit in my chair looking through baby items on my phone. My hair is going back to black and Yuna is excited about it, “Imagine the baby thinking his dad always had silver hair.” Jin hyung says with a laugh. "Grandpa?" Jungkook asks with a baby voice making everyone burst out with laughter. "Honestly. It needs to come off. Yuna got pregnant just to never bleach her hair again." Yoongi slaps the chair's arm gritting his teeth. Yuna laughs looking up from her phone. "That's right oppa. I got pregnant to never bleach my hair." Jimin looks over laughing, his hair slicked up in a gooey mohawk. I take a picture of it and laugh. "You look great." I giggle into my hand as Yuna approaches, she gives me a back hug and I relish the feeling of her hug. "Noona?" She looks over at Kook. "I have a secret tattoo appointment tomorrow. Can you come with me?" He asks biting at the skin around his finger out of nervousness. Of course, Yuna had no problem with getting tattoos she was covered head to toe in them but it was the manager in her that made her huff out. She has told me on several occasions how sorry she felt for Jungkook. Him doing what he wanted, him getting his tattood meant him having to be covered on his right arm at all times during recordings and that wasn't fair to him. "I'll go get something too." I say making Yuna hit my shoulder. "Your father will kill you." I never had any interest in tattoos but since getting pregnant, I've been wanting a tattoo for Taekwon and my wife. "I'll get it somewhere no one can see." I say looking over my shoulder at her. "Better be your ass or the bottom of your foot or you shouldn't get one at all." She chides making me smirk, she was always so worried. Such a loving girl. Yuna gives a loud, audible sigh as she looks at her phone. She scroll through putting her hand under her chin as her elbow digs into my shoulder muscle. "Ow! Jesus!" I whine as she stands up. "Yeah we can go Kookie." He cheers quietly before smiling. "A lot of people say that it's Yuna's fault that we're getting tattoos." Namjoon says as he smacks his forehead to get rid of the burning sensation from his bleached hair. "I guess being an adult isn't a good enough reason." Jimin says lifting up his shirt and showing his Nevermind tattoo. "She also created global warming too." Hoseok says making everyone laugh loudly.

I ball up another piece of paper as we all sit in the shared dorm's living room. "What are you going to get Jungkook?" I whine looking up from the paper. "I'm going to get a T for Taekwon. On the side of my right hand." I ball my hands pulling at my hair. "It's so simple but it holds so nuch meaning." I whine, "You can get a series of small ones, it doesn't have to be like ours." Jimin says sipping his beer. "Or maybe you should wait, I mean, if you don't have a great idea now, you can wait until you know exactly what you want." Hoseok says showing his foot tattoo. "It's small but it means a lot. I spent a long time thinking about it." I know it's something I have to draw myself to be happy. I also know, how impatient of a person I am. "I'll figure it out before tomorrow." Yuna comes down with Yeontan and Mochi in her arms. "It's a shame that Bo Gum couldn't stay for dinner. He's such a great house guest." I chuckle rolling my eyes as I concentrate on the paper in front of me. "By great house guest do you perhaps mean the most handsome guest?" Jimin teases laying on the couch staring over my shoulder as I sketch out a tree. "Precisely what I mean, Chimmy." The trunk had long roots with my name and my wifes names side by side to signify the tree trunk. I draw Taekwons name as a tree branch and till my head to the side as I add small details. Yuna plops down next to me before putting her head on my shoulder. "That's awesome. Then when he's born you can get his foot print tattooed underneath." Yuna mumbles as Yeontan licks my forearm. "Wah! Good idea. That'd be dope." Jungkook cheers peaking over from his phone. I really liked this. It was simple and still it had the greatest meaning of all. My family. "Okay, now I can go to bed in peace." Yuna looks at the clock and sighs, "Guys you have Run BTS tomorrow as well as practice and work out. Go to bed at a reasonable time hm?" Everyone hums in agreement before she stands up. "Shall we Mr. Kim?" I grab Yeontan and give him a kiss before nodding. "Yes, lets. Mrs. Kim."

#bts story #bts series #secret journey #kim taehyung #bts v #jimin #jungkook #kookie #suga #yoongi #seokjin #jin #hoseok #j-hope #namjoon #rm #bts imagine #bts

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craby-bouquet · 5 years

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Don’t leave me

“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.” - Vincent Van Gogh

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Artist!AU, Thriller!AU, Fluff, Angst, Gore

11.8k words

A/N I labelled this as gore as well, but I tried to keep things as clean as I possible so it kind of doesn’t seem right?? This is the longest thing I’ve written so far, it took me quite some time but I had so much fun with it! On to the next thing I’m writing.

Thank you @/onlandswimming for your helping with this (cant tag u bc of the link thing bb)

Music. The music was loud, deafening. A piano piece, known by many, heard by everyone, but he didn’t know the title of it. It sounded like the piano tiles got smashed, like someone had decided the tiles would make for a great trampoline, and just started jumping on them, yet it was pretty. It calmed him, emptied his head. And that was all he wanted.

Red. The red was everywhere. Spattered on things, more things than he wanted it to spatter on, but he couldn't help it. It was more than he had ever imagined, more than he had intended it to be.

He leaned against the wall, head thrown back, hands tangled in his hair. The tears fell on the newspapers on the ground, thinned the red, made it flow all over. It had all gone wrong.

Only a glance at the newspaper of that morning was enough to make you sigh. It seemed that ever since you started living in this town, crime had gotten worse and worse. It was ridiculous. Another missing person, and the person that went missing last week was found back. Murdered.

You took a bite of your apple as you read the article on your walk to work. The dead person was found in a park. They hadn’t included pictures, thankfully, because the sight had been horrible. The kids that found the body were getting all the help they needed to get over what they saw. Weird enough the body had been all cleaned up. no stained blood on their clothes nor on the body parts that were still in tact for the most part. As if the person that did this was human enough to at least make them look good for their funeral. Well, besides the wounds the victim had. This was the fifth person that had gone missing, and was found back all ripped up weeks later, in six months. And now someone else had gone missing. A woman in her thirties. She had last been seen three days ago by her husband. Police said to keep calm and that there was no reason to suspect this disappearance had anything to do with the other five. But for some reason you, and a lot of other people, thought differently about that. If this wasn’t connected with the others, it would be too coincidental. And we all know coincidence doesn’t exist.

A lot of people in town were terrified, staying inside as much as they could, making sure their children would as well. People talked about it on the streets, but only very silently, whispering almost, afraid the killer would happen to walk by and hear them. In stores people were discussing it, in subways, in restaurants even in the farmacy and in waiting rooms. It was everywhere, even people that lived under a rock should know by now.

And it was terrifying. There were no witnesses, no fingerprints, nothing to point to whom the killer might be. It seemed like a perfect crime every single time. The police claimed they would find whoever did this, that they would avenge the victims in name of their families and that they would make sure everyone could feel safe again. But after six months and five, now six, perfect crimes, no one was sure what to believe anymore. No one trusted anyone anymore, everyone could be guilty. So could they really trust the police?

You had promised yourself that this whole thing wouldn't get to you. All that these kind of murderers wanted was for people to be scared. All they wanted was for everyone to live in constant fear, it was like that would make them feel powerful, like they ruled a part of the world. You had promised yourself not to be afraid. You weren’t going to let some stupid criminal rule your life. Sure, you had taken some precautions. You weren’t going out alone at night anymore, not that you did before all of this, the dark streets had always frightened you a little bit. You weren’t going with strangers anymore, would talk as little as you could with them, pretending to always be in a hurry. Little things. But it wasn’t that you were getting yourself new locks and closed every window and didn’t talk to anyone and take days off to stay inside just because you were afraid you were next. No. That’s what you heard other people say and you sure as hell weren’t going to go crazy like that.

You threw the core of the apple, together with the newspaper, in the trashcan in the lobby as you walked into the building.

“Good morning.” Someone who walked by greeted you. You greeted them back before stepping into the elevator and making your way up. You mentally prepared yourself for everyone that would be talking about what they read in the newspapers that morning, a thing you didn’t really want to talk about. This was going to be a long day.

Leaving work you always walked through the park. You avoided it on your way to work because it was a detour and you wanted to be in time, but on your way home it calmed you down. The light breeze in the air, the birds, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees. In that moment everything seemed almost perfect. Not to mention how happy you were that, after a long time of winter, flowers were blooming again, children were playing outside. It was strangely quiet these days though, mothers didn’t want their children to play outside anymore, not without guidance that is. Imagine them finding the next body, or getting kidnapped themselves.

On a bench only a few meters away from you sat a guy. He was… stunning. His face looked as if it had been sculpted by the hands of God himself. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at the sky, the evening sun that shined through the leaves reflecting in them. His hair had been dyed what once had been red, but the red had faded with time, the dark brown of his own hair had started to grow back at the roots. The expression he wore was tired yet so soft and gentle, he seemed fascinated by whatever he saw. Beside him sat an adorable golden retriever dog with a sparkling collar, its gaze was directed at you.

The guy bend over to pat the dog, a sweet smile forming on his lips. The dog licked his owner's face, who laughed. The sight made you smile. The guy and his dog sat there the next day as well, the guy rubbing the dog his head as it lay on his lap. You smiled once again when the guy gave the dog a soft kiss on its head. A warm feeling boiled up in the pit of your stomach. When, even the day after, the guy and the dog were still there, you decided to walk up to them.

“Hi,” you greeted carefully.

The guy lowered his gaze from the leaves above to you, and his eyes widened. He suddenly seemed to get a little nervous, stroking his hand through his hair and clearing his throat: “Hello.”

You smiled “I saw you sit here yesterday as well and I just wanted to tell you you have a cute dog.”

The guy didn't look away from your eyes “Yes.. He-he's very pretty.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Oh, yes. Sure, go ahead. He's very sweet.”

So you sat down on the bench at the opposite side of the dog and started patting him. He looked up at you and started wagging his tail. You chuckled.

“It's actually not my dog, it's my friend's dog: Holly. I'm taking care of him while he's away.” the guy said while he sat up straight, eyes still locked on you.

“That's very nice of you.”

The sparkle in his eyes got brighter as you looked into his eyes, the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach returned. You looked away, back at the dog, but you felt the guy's eyes still on your face.

After a short while of silence he cleared his throat “Would you like to get coffee with me?”

You looked up at him again and smirked at how flustered he looked “Like a date?”

He smirked back at you “Only if you want it to be.”

“I'd like that.”

You had learned his name was Taehyung, he was a well known artist whom had people come from all over to come to his expositions. He had shown you some pictures of his paintings when you asked about them and even you could see he was talented. He made beautiful abstract like compositions on big canvases, he had developed his own style and clearly was proud of what he made, though a little flustered to show you at the same time. And he had all the right to be proud. You weren’t an art critic, not even close to it, but you already loved what he created.

Even though he asked you to get coffee with him, he didn’t like coffee at all. So he got himself tea instead. His laugh was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you decided you wanted to see it as much as you possibly could. The way he treated Holly was adorable. He was so sweet and loving to him, like Holly was the most precious thing to walk this earth. Even the way he held his cup, his pinky under the cup, had you melting away. How his mouth seemed to turn into a rectangle as he smiled, how he liked his lips evey once in a while and how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved. Everything about him had you gone, it was clear you already really liked this guy.

He walked you home, talking about everything and nothing and bend forward when you leaned in to press a peck against his cheek. He smiled and waved goodbye as he walked away.

He sat on the bench the day after that as well, so you walked through the park together. And the day after that he sat there all dressed up, looking very nice. He asked you to dinner. The day after that you had agreed to go out as well. It was weekend and he told you he had made plans, turns out he took you to a theme park and had prepared a picnic afterwards. You invited him to stay over that night, but he politely declined. Not only did he want to wait a little longer, he also had a dog to take care of at home.

He was the perfect gentleman, a great person and absolutely amazing to date. You had never fallen this fast for anyone before, but you had really fallen hard for Taehyung. And fast forward a couple of weeks and the two of you were officially in a relationship. It was wonderful, some may even say perfect. You never imagined being in a relationship to be as much fun as it was.

Your mother loved him, after she met him she couldn’t stop talking about him. Even your father was fond of him.

After two months of dating Taehyung finally took you with him to his apartment. He never took anyone there because it was a big mess, and because it was his part of the world. A place where he could do whatever he wanted and feel completely free. You felt honored that he took you there with him.

He opened the door and threw the key on a shelf that he clearly put up himself “Welcome.” he said while bowing dramatically.

Holly came running towards the door, wiggling his tail excitedly. The two of you had walked him together many times before, and he had been at your place loads of times, but he was happy to see you each and every time. As if every time was the first time you met him.

Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck as he escorted you through the apartment, picking things up that were in the middle of the path and placing them to the side. It smelled like someone sprayed very nice perfume all over, but something told you he just had a very nice air freshener. Though his apartment was quite spacious, there was barely any room left to even walk. It was a big mess. Canvases laying all around, some painted on, some just plain white. Sketch books and loose papers that were drawn on laying everywhere, paint everywhere. Not just in their tubes, but splattered on the walls and ground as well. You had seen it on the paintings he had shown you before, red really was his favorite color. The apartment was exactly what you would expect a messy artist’s apartment to look like.

“Sorry for the mess, I wanted to clean up a little before picking you up but something came up and-”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips on his “It’s fine.”

He had ordered chinese food, and you ate at the counter of his kitchen. The only place in the house he had managed to clean before you came by. You talked about work, and asked him about his. He smiled proudly and told you he had just made sure he could give an exposition in three months.

“What? That’s great!” You exclaimed, a weird sense of pride flushing over you.

He chuckled “Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. It’s gonna be so stressful though, everytime I have to take care of something like this I find out all over again how much work it is. I always manage to underestimate it.” He inspected a piece of chicken he held between his chopsticks, before putting it in his mouth “And I’m always afraid no one will show up.”

“I’ll be there for sure,” you said, swallowing a piece of the duck you were eating “and I’ll be bragging to everyone and their mom that my boyfriend is giving an exposition of his amazing art. So I’m sure that will get some attention.”

Taehyung laughed loudly “I usually just put up posters and stuff, but I guess just having a girlfriend is enough publicity.”

You shrugged “I have all the right to brag, that’s a fact. I don’t make the rules here.”

He poured himself some more cola to drink “I was just hoping you’d invite your parents. But if you want it invite the whole city it’s alright with me. I’m not complaining, you know?”

You chuckled and pointed with your chopsticks “You bet your ass I’ll invite everyone, watch me.”

He took a sip of the cola he just got himself “I believe you.”

You ate a little more, enjoying the silence, before you asked him a question you had wanted to ask him for a while.

“Will your parents come too?”

Though he had met your parents multiple times before, you had never met his. He never spoke about them and never even mentioned them once. You had been afraid to ask if something happened to them or something, but this seemed like a decent time to start about it.

He looked up at you briefly, before looking down again, clearly uncomfortable. He swallowed and sighed, looking everywhere but at you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You said as soon as you realized this clearly was a touchy subject.

He smiled, or at least tried to, before he locked his eyes on one of the few paintings that was actually hanging on the wall “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. I guess it’s natural for you to be curious about it.” He put down his chopsticks and sighed again “My parents… well. I’m really sorry for not telling you before but my mother died when I was younger and my dad died a few years ago.” He finally turned his eyes to you again “I guess I should have told you before but… It’s just kind of a painful subject.”

You suddenly felt so stupid for bringing it up the way you had done. So tactless of you “Oh my god, I’m so sorry…”

He smiled, but you could see the hurt behind his eyes “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. My mom died a very long time ago, I don’t even remember it, and my dad…” he looked at the painting hanging on the wall again “Well, my dad never really left me.” he slapped his hand on his chest at the height of his heart and grinned “Still with me.”

The newspaper. Yet another person had gone missing. They had found the last person who had gone missing back about two weeks ago, and now someone else had gone missing. And the thing was that you had met this person. From the picture in the papers you could see it was the waiter that served Taehyung and you the first time you went out for coffee.

You showed Taehyung the article when you saw him again in the park that evening “Another has gone missing.”

Taehyung looked at you and pushed the paper away “I know. I saw it this morning.”

You pushed the paper back in his face and pointed at the picture of the waiter “Don’t you recognize him?”

Taehyung looked away and sighed, but his eyes grew wide “Yes. I do. It’s the waiter that served us. He… was great. Deserves to live forever if you ask me.” his eyes turned hazy, as if he was thinking to himself, and he bit his lip. Holly howled softly.

He was great, yes, you agreed. But the living forever was a little extreme in your opinion. That would, however, be one hell of a tip.

You let yourself fall on the bench beside Taehyung “I just can’t believe it… You hear about these people going missing, but I didn’t know any of them so it didn’t seem… I don’t know, real? And now, this… It comes so close, you know?”

Taehyung swallowed, looked around, licked his lips and then smiled at you “How was work?”

You got from that that he didn’t want to talk about such a depressing topic. And you understood that. All these murders were… Crazy. How could anyone in their right mind do something like this to people?

“Work was alright. I got a new assignment.”

“Ooh, do tell me.”

You turned your head to him “Well… I haven’t read it yet. I literally just got it before we all left.” you laughed “But I’m pretty sure it has something to do with a children's book.”

You took and deep, exhausted breath. This entire week had been crazy. You had done so much for work, met up with Taehyung a lot and you had worked on your house. Cleaned up everything because your head couldn't process the mess it had been before that. It was safe to say you were tired and really happy it was weekend.

“Taehyung,” you started, while you turned your head at the leaves on the trees, “can I stay with you tonight? I’m so done with my own house.”

He stayed quiet for such a long time you thought he had left, but then he cleared his throat “I don’t think that’s a very good idea. I just started a new painting and so it’s smelly and one big mess… To be honest I was actually kind of hoping Holly could stay with you over the weekend.”

You turned your head to him again. He looked at Holly, petting his head “Why?”

“Well… Like I said, my house is a big mess and smells pretty funny and Holly is acting weird because of it.”

The look on his face was so serious, it almost scared you. You had never seen him like this, he usually was very bubbly and spontaneous. Seeing him so… weird and serious was strange. But he clearly cared about his friend’s dog a lot. Now that you thought about it… his friend had been on vacation for a quite a while now.

“Eh, sure. Of course he can stay with me.” you looked at your feet “Your friend has been gone for quite a long time now… is he alright?”

Taehyung once again stayed quiet for quite some time, really thinking his answer over. Maybe something really had gone wrong with his friend. Had he gotten sick?

“He has a home there. I don’t know when he’s coming back… I honestly don’t think he’ll ever come back.”

You frowned, anger boiled up inside you “And he just leaves his dog behind? That’s so mean.”

The weird look in Taehyung’s eyes disappear when he looked at you and he smiled “It’s alright, I’ve grown very attached to Holly… I don’t think I could ever give him back.”

You turned your gaze to Holly “Well I think it’s horrible. You don’t just leave your animals somewhere. You should love them like they’re your very own children. You wouldn’t just leave your children either, would you?”

Taehyung’s eyes switched to his feet really fast “My mom did.”

The anger left as fast as it had come. Why hadn’t you been more considerate? You honestly wanted to hit yourself so bad.

“Taehyung… I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and smiled at you again “Thank you that you want to keep Holly for the weekend.” he got up and handed you the dog leash “I’m afraid I have to go now, and I’m very sorry but I can’t meet up over the weekend either… Like I said, I just started a new painting and I need to finish it quickly.” He sighed and let out a sad sounding chuckle “It’s actually kind of stupid I started a new one right before the exposition. But I had a sudden burst of inspiration…”

You had to admit you were very sad he couldn’t meet up over the weekend, you had been looking forward to it so much, after your very busy week just laying in bed all day together, only getting up to eat… But you did understand. He was a busy man.

“That’s alright. Just make sure you finish it in time.” you stood up as well.

He bend over to kiss you, his soft lips pressed to yours. You wanted it to last forever. So sweet, so tender, with all the love in the world in it. But alas, it ended way too soon.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, please do tell me. Okay?”

He nodded, brushed your cheek with his hand, and walked away “I’ll see you on monday, my love. You have me all to yourself then, I promise”

You smiled and watched him as he walked away. You looked down at Holly after Taehyung had disappeared from view. He was sitting beside you right foot, his head turned to look up at you. Looking back at him creeped you out for some reason.

“Well Holly,” you started, his ears shot up by the sound of his name, “let's get you some food.”

You had no idea what Taehyung had meant by Holly acting weird. He seemed like a normal dog to you, nothing weird about him. He seemed even more normal than usual, more relaxed, more happy. But maybe he just was happy to be away from the mess in Taehyung’s house.

You had texted Taehyung a bunch of times but he hadn't texted you back at all. He hadn't even read your texts… But that was alright, he was busy and you knew that.

You felt really bad leaving Holly all alone on Monday as you left for work. You hadn't really discussed how you would get him back to Taehyung but you figured you'd just bring him back to his place after work. You couldn't wait to see Taehyung again, it was the only thing you could think about the entire day.

But as you walked home from work, there was Taehyung, on the bench in the park, looking up at the leaves of the trees. His hair dyed bright blue, the expression on his face strange, thoughtful but hurt. His blue hair made him look magical, like a fairy. And with the green of the trees and bushes behind him, his hair looked luminescent.

He smiled as you sat down beside him, but he didn’t look at you, he kept his face turned to the leaves above him.

“It’s a beautiful day.” He sighed.

You smiled at him, inspecting every little detail of his side profile “It really is, yeah.”

He sighed a second time before turning his head to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead “It’s good to see you.”

You closed your eyes and used one of your hands to cup his face “I missed you.”

You felt his lips smile against your head. But he said nothing, just smiled.

The next couple of weeks passed quickly. You helped Taehyung to get stuff ready for the exposition that was in a few days. The hall where it was gonna happen looked very nice, it really felt like you walked in a museum.

You had been following the news closely, you felt really sad for the waiter. He had been polite and gentle. You couldn't imagine what his family had to be going through now that he had disappeared.

They found him back the Tuesday after he had gone missing. Dead.

No one had gone missing since then. Everyone was relieved that that was the case. This had been the longest time no one went missing since this whole missing person thing started. And you could feel it. The atmosphere of the city had changed, had gotten better, relieved, hopeful even. People were happy that this finally seemed to be over, but at the same time they were terrified. The fact that no one had gone missing yet meant that everyone could still be targeted. Which meant that no one was safe. But people were hopeful. Finally there was light at the end of the long tunnel.

Taehyung's newest painting looked wonderful. Like in every other painting you had seen from him, he had used red as his main color. You had asked him if red was his favorite, he had explained how red was amazing. It really made a statement, made you feel warm, yet scared you off. And yes, red really was his favorite color. And it was his thing, and all the red paintings together on the hall like they were now, looked really nice and clean.

Taehyung beamed with excitement beside you “It looks so nice. I really can't wait.”

You smiled and looked around a little “It really does look amazing.”

You felt him turn his head to face you, and with his hand on your chin he forced you to look up at him so he could press his lips against yours.

“Thank you for helping me set this all up. I couldn't have done this without you.” He whispered.

You pressed a kiss in his neck, smiling against his skin “You're welcome.”

When you had told Taehyung you would tell everyone about the exposition, you weren't kidding. You had told your family, a bunch of your friends and you had send an email to all of your colleagues. You really wanted people to come check it out, Taehyung deserved all the recognition he could get. And by that time you had no idea how well known he actually was.

You dressed up nicely, did your hair and makeup, and even changed the case of your phone to something that looked a little more classy before you left for the actual event. Nerves boiled up in your stomach. You were first picking up your parents from the train station and then you'd drive to where the exposition would be. Your parents seemed really happy, proud even, that Taehyung could present his art like this. They loved that you found someone so right for you, someone who truly seemed to love you. It then dawned on you that, even though you had been dating for months now, neither one of you had actually said those three words to the other. It had you thinking it over the entire drive there.

The place was crowded. Really packed with people. You had expected people to come but you had never imagined this many. Outside was a ridiculously long line, people talking, looking excited. You were really glad with the V.I.P. tickets you and your parents had. You cut the line and could get in without any trouble.

Your parents told you they were going to look around by themselves so you could go off and find Taehyung. You found him standing in front of the painting he always referred to as the one that changed his life. It was this painting where he started developing the style he made his own. Using loads of reds, big and bold striped and painting really abstract. You saw an old man on a scooter, while Taehyung swore he saw a nice landscape with a big tree in the middle of it. And the great thing was that it didn't matter what it was, it really was whatever you would see and that's what Taehyung had told you was the whole purpose of him creating it in the first place.

Seeing him there, looking up at the big canvas, he looked like he was in his own little world. Like he was trying to get inspired by his own painting, it made you think about what your parents had said in the car. About the love thing. Did you love him? You sure were in love, but were you really at a point where you could call it love?

He seemed to snap out of a dream and turned his head to you, a tired but big smile appeared as soon as his eyes found yours. You smiled back and walked a little bit closer.

“Hi.” he greeted you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Sir, I'm just trying to enjoy the exposition. No point in getting all handy here.” you said in a high pitched tone, playfully trying to get out of his grip.

He smiled and a low growl escaped from deep down his throat “Miss, you are aware this exposition is to showcase art, right?” he whispered, the deep sound of his voice making butterflies rise everywhere in your stomach.

You nodded stifly.

“Then why aren't you on the walls yet? The greatest masterpiece of all. I'm just trying to keep you from getting away.”

You couldn't help but blush, chuckling at his words “Maybe they should put you up there then.”

He let go and looked at you with a played disappointed face “Don't steal my pick up line miss, that's rude.”

Both of you laughed.

“Let's go view the exposition.” He said.

You nodded “Make sure to avoid my parents though, they're more proud than ever. I'm afraid that, if they get the chance to talk to you, you'll never get away.”

You were right. As soon as your parents spotted you and Taehyung they run up to you like wild hyenas, and they talked with Taehyung for about half an hour before I could finally pry him away from them.

“So,” you started, almost hanging on to Taehyung's arm, “where's your latest painting? Let's go see how people like that one.”

You heard Taehyung chuckle “Good idea.”

The hall was filled with people, and all of them were smiling or nodding impressed at the artworks on the walls. So far you hadn't heard anyone say anything negative, only positive things. Well, except that one woman who told her friend that she thought it was all a little too red. But that was Taehyung's style.

There were standing a bunch of people around the painting, some inspecting it in every detail, others just glancing over it as they walked by. Since a picture of Taehyung hung above the entrance, people looked at him as soon as he came close to them. Some complimented him, other just smiled and nodded.

But there was one guy who's eyes hadn't left Taehyung ever since he came into view. He was wearing a suit of which the colors seemed to clash with themselves, and he had a very strange mustache that was long and curled up with hair gel. As soon as some people had walked away, he walked towards you two. He was grinning as he offered Taehyung a hand shake.

“Mister Kim, right?” He asked, his voice had a very nagging sound, but he smiled charmingly.

Taehyung smiled politely “That's me.”

The guy bowed his head in greeting “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jean Pierre.”

Taehyung chuckled “I know.”

Mister Pierre’s eyes widened a little “Of course you do. Anyway, I was looking at this wonderful piece you created here and I must say: Bravo. You really did a great job on it.”

You looked up at Taehyung, he was beaming proudly “Thank you sir, that means a lot.”

“Oh, please, call me Jean.” mister Pierre walked closer to Taehyung, whom had let go of your hand, and linked arms with him. They slowly walked away together. You let out a chuckle in disbelieve, and watched them as they walked away.

You saw Taehyung again after the exposition. He was waiting outside for you to come out. You were in awe of how good he looked in that suit, like a prince.

It was cold outside, the wind hurt your bare skin. Winter was coming.

Taehyung smiled and took off his jacket so he could give it to you “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

You slipped on the jacket and smiled up at him “No worries, it was alright. Art critics are important.”

He kissed you softly “Thank you for understanding. Are you bringing your parents back to the train station?”

You nodded “Yep. Sadly they don’t have more time to spend.”

Taehyung leaned forward, his lips touching your earlobe “How about, you bring your parents to the station and then come over to my house. I have great news, and I need to make up for leaving you all by yourself.”

His deep voice gave you goosebumps, butterflies fluttered through your stomach and you nodded.

You did just that, brought your parents to the train station and drove directly to Taehyung from there. As you opened the door, with the key he had given you a couple of weeks ago, Holly came running towards you excitedly. You patted his head and greeted him.

In the other room you heard Taehyung gasp, it sounded like you just ran into something you weren't supposed to see "You're already here?"

You raised an eyebrow and started walking towards the door to the living room "Yeah…"

He sighed disappointedly "I wasn't finished yet…"

The living room was all cleaned up, which seemed like a miracle. Normally there were paintings and other art things covering everything, but now it even seemed like he vacuumed. The only thing littering the ground were rose petals, tons of them, and you wouldn't necessarily call that littering. And a bunch of candles were lit. Taehyung was standing in the kitchen, leaned against the little wall that separated the two rooms from each other, observing you with wonder in his eyes. The same look he wore when he looked up to the leaves in the trees.

"You look… positively gorgeous." he whispered breathlessly "Had I told you that yet?" his eyes scanned your body, seemed to take in every little detail there was.

You let the jacket, he had given you before, slide off your shoulders "You look very handsome yourself."

He laughed and walked closer, resting his hands on your hips "Did you wear red just to make me go crazy?"

The dress you were wearing was, indeed, red. It was a very simple yet elegant and pretty dress, reaching to right above your knees, being held up by two spaghetti straps. And it looked gorgeous on you.

You shrugged "So what if I did?"

He laughed, throwing his head back "You do things to me I can't even explain."

You planted a soft and tender kiss in his neck, he gasped and his grip on your hips got stronger. You grinned devilishly.

He smiled a boxy smile as one hand let loose of your hip and cupped the back of your head instead. He pulled your hair very gently so your head leaned back and he could kiss your lips. You reached for his hair, tangling your fingers in it. For a while you stood there, making out. You got to a point where you were pressed against the wall, his dress shirt unbuttoned, before he carried you to the bed. The rose petals he laid down lead your way, the bed filled with them, candles romantically lit.

His hands were everywhere, your hands were everywhere. Your dress, forgotten, somewhere on the ground. His trousers thrown beside it. And he had his way with you, like he always had. Whenever you laid in his arms you were his and his alone, no one else seemed to exist. Only the two of you, entangled with each other, and the world seemed to be all yours.

And in your moment of pure bliss, you knew you loved him.

You were drawing circles and other little figure over his bare chest with your index finger. His arm as wrapped around you, his thumb stroking your arms. He had his eyes closed and you could swear he was an angel. He must have been. No human could look as enchanting as he did.

You chuckled at that thought, making his eyes shoot open.

"What?" he smiled as soon as he saw you pressing your face to his side.

"Nothing." you murmured.

He made a sound that indicated he didn't really believe you, making you chuckle even more.

He pinched your side playfully.

"Don't do that!" you laughed, pinching him back "You know I'm ticklish there."

He laughed and bend his mouth to your ear "That's payback."

You childishly stuck out your tongue.

"Anyway," you began, looking up at him, "you made up for leaving me all by myself, like you said you would do. But at the exposition you also told me you had great news…"

His face lit up and he grinned "Right, I forgot."

He pulled you on top of him, your face very close to his. He looked as excited as a little kid talking about what presents he got for his birthday. Gosh he did things to your heart.

"So, do you remember that Jean Pierre dude?"

You nodded, of course you remembered the guy with the weird mustache, who practically stole Taehyung from you at the exposition. Taehyung's smile widened "Okay, well. He's this important art critic from France or whatever, and, anyway, he wants to do a story on me in his magazine. And he says he's gonna talk with some people so that maybe some of my art can hang in a museum somewhere in France."

You leaned on your elbows and pushed yourself up so you could look him in the eyes, you mouth hanging open "Really? Oh my! That's amazing Taehyung!"

Imagine that, your boyfriend's art hanging in a museum? That would be so great. It would open so many opportunities for him.

He laughed "I know right! I'm so proud."

"You have all the right to be! That really is wonderful!" you have him a small kiss "I'm super proud of you as well."

Both of you turned to your sides, looking each other in the eyes.

"I have a meeting with him on Tuesday. We'll discuss the museum thing and he will interview me and stuff. It's going to be great." He grinned "Gosh, he was so nice."

You smiled at your boyfriend in pure adoration "You'll have to tell me how that went after I come home from work."

"I will for sure..." he sighed, his eyes started to close slowly. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping both his arms around you "But that is then. Let's sleep now."

You nodded, head buried in his chest once again. You were tired, today had been very busy and tiring, but it had been good. Great even.

You slowly felt yourself falling asleep, the last thing you remembered Taehyung say was: "Thank you for today." Very softly, merely a whisper. But you were sure that's what he said right before you fell asleep happily.

The next day, sunday, there was another day of exposition. Nothing too interesting happened there this time. You had to go home early since you had work the day after again, so you kissed Taehyung goodbye and left.

Monday you walked Holly after coming back from work, and went home by yourself. Taehyung was busy bringing back all his artwork, you didn’t see him. Tuesday morning, you send him a message wishing him good luck for the interview. But he didn’t text back. When you walked home from work, he wasn’t on the park bench.

It was wednesday when you saw him again. You walked out of the building you worked in and there he was, standing right in front of it. He smiled a charming, yet nervous smile. You smiled back. Seeing him again after so many days felt like coming home. You wrapped your arms around him, he kissed your cheek.

"Let's go eat something, I'm starving."

You went to the little cafe on the corner of the street, say down, and both ordered what you wanted.

"Did you get all your paintings back safely?" you asked.

He nodded "We did, yeah. And remember that Jean Pierre guy? Well, he came around and started helping us get everything away." he beamed and stared off to space for a little before talking again, "He's so great."

You smiled, it seemed kind of strange that he would suddenly show up and help. But you were sure he had his reason. And Taehyung seemed to think it wasn't out of ordinary, so it must have been alright.

"That is great." You agreed, as you took a sip of the coffee you had ordered "About that Jean Pierre, how did your interview go yesterday?"

Taehyung's eyes lit up "It was amazing. He asked me all kinds of questions, like where I get my inspiration from and stuff. And he bought me lunch and even dinner. He had a laptop on which he wrote whenever I answered, and he carried this funny looking notebook in which he took notes. It was great."

You laughed “I’m glad you had fun.”

Taehyung took a bite of what he had ordered and nodded “I did. And he said he would finish the article this week and immediately send it in as soon as it’s finished.”

“That’s great!” you took another sip of your coffee “What about the ‘hanging your paintings in a museum’ thing?”

“Oh, he’s skyping with some people in France tonight and he’ll discuss it then or something. And if they’re interested they’ll contact me directly. So we’ll see.”

You nodded to show you understood. His reaction was kind of strange to you. One would think he would be more excited about the museum then about the interview. Maybe the interview just gave him more recognition and was that all he wanted.

You finished your food and drinks and walked to his place, talking about random little things, holding hands. When he opened the door to his apartment, Holly didn’t come running to the door like usually. He was still on his cushion, which was very unusual for him.

“Is something wrong with Holly?” you asked Taehyung, as you patted Holly’s head.

Taehyung walked to the kitchen to get you two some drinks “Oh, yeah. I noticed something off about him as well, so I took him to the vet today.” he put to glasses on the kitchen counter and stood still for a few seconds, clearly upset “He… He’s very sick. I wanted to tell you sooner but we hadn’t seen each other in a while and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

You walked over to Taehyung and wrapped your arms around his waist “It’s okay, don’t worry. How are you handling it?”

He placed his hand over yours gently “I’m… doing alright, I guess. It’s just very difficult to see someone you love die.”

You nodded, realizing this must bring back memories of his mother dying. She had been sick as well, tied to her bed for a while. He had slowly seen the life drip out of her. This thing with Holly would surely bring back those awful memories of his youth.

“How long does he have left?”

Taehyung shrugged “The doctor’s said it could be today, but it could also be a few weeks. They didn’t really give an end date.”

You bit your lip “That must be frustrating.”

He nodded his head before taking a deep breath and turning around so he could hug you back. He buried his head in your neck and sighed.

“Thank you. For being here for me.”

Weird enough, you smiled. Seeing the circumstances that seemed very out of place, but you couldn’t help it. Was this where you were supposed to tell him you loved him?

But before you could decide that he pulled back, looking you in your eyes as he stroked a stray hair behind your ear and kissed you on your head. He then turned around and continued getting you both drinks. You figured you should change the subject.

“Do you have any inspiration for a new painting?”

He let out a chuckle, it didn’t sound very convincing “I thought of something, but I got a brand new idea just today.”

You leaned on the little wall dividing the living room and the kitchen “Ooh… Wanna tell me about it?”

He handed you your drink with a grin on his face “Nope.” he made the ‘P’ pop “You’ll see it when it’s finished.”

You sighed and looked at him with your best puppy eyes “Do you never share your ideas? Not even with me?”

He laughed at you and quickly kissed your lips before walking over to the couch “I never tell anyone. I think that brings bad luck.”

You frowned and sat down beside him “Alright, well, I’m looking forward to the end product.”

The next weekend Taehyung texted you he was going to be busy. You figured he was going to get started on the painting, so you let him be and didn't contact him at all knowing he probably wouldn't respond anyway.

On Monday he was waiting for you on the park bench, looking up at the remaining leaves. The look on his face told you something was wrong, and you knew exactly what that was. Without saying anything you sat down beside him, following his gaze so you were both looking up at the sky. Autumn had made the leaves fall to the ground, it was cold outside. But today the sky was blue.

You didn't talk for awhile, until he started talking. Still looking up, not turning his head.

"He's gone." the words sounded soft, broken. The little crack in his voice broke your heart.

You turned so you could embrace him, not too sure what to say. But that was fine, you knew it was. He didn't cry, neither of you did. Just looked up at the last leaves falling off the trees.

The next couple of weeks were weird. Taehyung seemed to be fine most of the time, but sometimes stared off into space, face turning sad for a moment before returning to his usual self.

You didn't go to his house the first week, Taehyung said the paint was still drying and it smelled bad. But the first time you got to his apartment again was strange, it felt empty without Holly there. Even after three weeks you hadn’t gotten used to him not greeting you at the door anymore, or laying down beside you on Taehyung’s bed.

Mister Pierre had told Taehyung that the interview he had done for the magazine in France, was going to get published real soon and that he made sure a bunch of copies would be send to Taehyung. Taehyung was really excited about it, couldn’t stop talking about it. That was very nice though, it kept both your minds from thinking about Holly. The museum thing he didn’t know yet. Jean Pierre had said they, the people from the museum, were busy discussing the matter but just weren't ready to decide yet.

You thought that was ridiculous: one look at any of Taehyung’s paintings was enough for anyone to decide whether they wanted to showcase it or not. And, in your opinion, everyone would want it. And if they wouldn’t for some reason, they’d be crazy.

Taehyung didn’t seem to care much about it though. Sure, he thought it would be an honor if they would showcase it there, but he just didn’t care too much about that. He loved the publicity in the magazine more. Because loads of people could read about him now and get interested and look him up. And if you looked at it in that way, you agreed with him, but you still really hoped they’d buy some of his art to showcase it.

But that hope vanished when you read the newspaper on your way to work on a wednesday morning.

“Famous art critic from France, disappears?”

That had to be him, it couldn’t be anyone else. Had Jean Pierre really fallen victim to the relentless killer?

“Mister Jean Pierre had come all the way from France, to look at art from local artists. But what was supposed to be a fun trip turned into a nightmare last Monday. The art critic had been spotted in a cafe with one of the artists he was working with at that moment, witnesses saw him walk to his hotel alone after that. The personnel of the hotel he was staying at however, said that he never arrived there.”

You turned your head away from the paper in front of you. The poor man, he had come all this way for a nice trip, and this happens to him of all people. How horrible.

Your mind shot to Taehyung, he was staying at a little house on a beach somewhere that belonged to a friend of him. He had left yesterday morning, only to return on Sunday. You wondered if this news had reached him yet. You doubted whether he could handle this news right after Holly’s death.

Jean Pierre had been so nice to Taehyung, Taehyung had really liked him. Man, this sucked. Not that it would have sucked any less, had it been someone you didn’t know. It just sucked that this whole thing happened. Who on earth would do something like this at all? Everyone was terrified. What if they were next? What if one of their loved ones was next?

And that made you wonder. Your parents didn’t live here, and all the disappearances happened in your town, so you weren’t too worried about them. But what about Taehyung? What if he was the next victim? What would you do then?

You frowned to yourself and decided that it was about time you told Taehyung how you felt about him. That you loved him. So as soon as he would come back you would try to find the best moment to tell him. Because, if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that if Taehyung happened to be the next victim, you would definitely regret it if you had never once told him that you loved him.

That next week was weird for everyone. Whenever a person was taken, everyone seemed to be a little more quiet, a little more careful. No one knew how the purpotrayer decided who would be the next victim, so no one wanted to stand out just in case they’d be picked. You couldn’t judge them for it, you knew you did the same.

It was a thing that made you wonder: how did the killer decide who would be a victim? None of the victims seemed to have a real, clear connection, according to the police. So why did he pick them? Just randomly? Or maybe because they had said something to him? No one knew, and that’s probably what made it even scarier.

But you knew that, after a week, everyone would forget to be invisible, or maybe they just stopped caring. It always went like that.

Jean Pierre his body was found on saturday morning. He sat against a tree, his face turned to look at the pond filled with ducks. He was dressed nicely, wearing a nice suit, the newspaper even said his mustache was curled up the way it always was. Once again the relentless killer had made sure the body was funeral ready, which everyone always thought was weird.

Sunday evening Taehyung texted you he was home. He said he was tired and he would pick you up from work tomorrow. Something about his texts felt strange, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. Lately everything had been weird, and after Holly’s death, and now mister Pierre’s, you imagined Taehyung wasn’t feeling to well. Even though he told you he was doing alright when you asked him about it.

And there he was on Monday, waiting for you on the same bench as always, looking up at the branches of the trees. The blue of his hair had fainted into a light green a while back, and he had liked it so much he bought mint green dye soon after. Apparently he had dyed his hair somewhere in the last week.

As soon as he noticed you walk towards him he stood up and walked towards you, taking you in his arms as soon as they could reach you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered with a broken voice.

You wrapped your arms around his waist “What? What are you sorry for?”

“Everything.”

You had no clue what he meant, but just decided to ignore it. He had had a rough month, you were sure he was just tired of everything. So you smiled, and tangled your fingers in his hair.

“It’s alright, Taehyung.”

He sighed a shaky sigh, and it seemed like he was never going to let go of you. You wouldn’t mind that, you wanted to drown in him, never let go, love him forever. And wanted to tell him that, but he let go of you before you got the chance.

“Let’s get something to eat.” he said before kissing your nose and taking your hand to guide you out of the park that got more and more depressing as time passed and bodies were found.

Taehyung turned back into himself as you ate something, his cheerful personality returned and he laughed his way through everything. He acted kind of weirdly when you asked him about his week at the beach house, not really talking about it at all and seeming to avoid the subject as a whole. Which was kind of strange considering you had thought it would be something he would want to talk about all the time. The only thing you got out of him about it was the fact that he did some painting. Which was quite obvious to you: the whole reason he went was to paint. But you just decided to let it rest, you figured he’d talk to you about it when he would feel like it and you were not going to push him to tell you anything.

“So… did you hear about that Jean Pierre yet?” you decided to ask. You realized it might be a painful topic for him to talk about but figured that, if he didn’t know about his death yet, Taehyung should at least be notified about it in some way. And in that case maybe you were the best person he could hear it from.

He nodded and looked down “Yeah, I did.”

You weren’t too sure what to say next. So you just took a sip of your drink.

“But I know that the article about me was posted yesterday, so I expect some copies of the magazine to come my way soon.” he smiled.

You forced a smile back and nodded “That’s good. What about the museum thing?”

Taehyung took a bite from his food and shrugged “I don’t know. But, to be quite honest, I don’t really care about it. Most of my pieces mean too much to me, I could never sell them.”

“You could have made a lot of money with it though.”

“That’s true, yes. But there are things money can’t buy.”

You nodded to show you agreed. And you did, he was right. Things like love and friendship weren’t for sale and couldn’t be bought from you. But it’s not like you can have those kinds of connections with objects, right?

He smiled the boxy smile you loved so dearly “I probably wouldn’t have sold any of them in the first place.”

That made you giggle “Well at least you didn’t miss a great opportunity then. Not that that makes Jean Pierre’s death less devastating, of course. Who would have thought, him of all people.”

Taehyung merely shrugged.

“Don’t you think it’s sad?”

He nodded “Of course it kind of is. But I like to think he stays with us forever.”

You had to think about that sentence a little before you realized what it was that he meant exactly “Yeah, I guess you might be right. He was pretty famous, wasn’t he? So I guess people will remember him for a very long time.”

Taehyung insisted on going to your apartment that night, which you disagreed on. You really wanted to see the painting he made in the week he was gone. He promised you would get to see it soon enough. But coming back to his apartment after being gone for a while really made him realize what a mess it was and how badly he had to clean up, At least that’s what he told you. But he seemed kind of weird about it, like he was keeping something from you. But, once again, you decided to just ignore that.

You had missed him, missed his touch, and you really didn’t care where you would go, as long as you would be with him.

The next day he promised he would clean up. And as you got to his apartment after a long day at work, it really did seem more clean. But it smelled kind of strange.

He poured you two a glass of wine.

“So,” you started, “Where is your new masterpiece?”

He laughed and stood up “I wouldn’t really call it a masterpiece but I’ll get it for you.”

He kissed your forehead, put down his glass on the little table and walked into a different room. Only to return holding a pretty large canvas. You could now only see the back of it, and straightened your back right before he turned it around dramatically. You gasped at the sight of it.

It was as gorgeous as ever. Really well put together and just as abstract as any of his others. It was really pretty. Yet you couldn’t really see any of the influences the beach should have had on Taehyung. But whatever, it was a great artwork.

“It’s gorgeous, Tae.” You told him breathlessly.

He put it down on the ground and sat beside you so you could both look at it “Thank you.”

You tried to look at some of the details that made this piece so outstanding, see what you saw in this abstract piece of art. Your eyes found two curls, right across from each other. Where the two lines met up seemed to be something that looked like a mouth.

“Wait, did you paint… mister Pierre?”

Taehyung laughed kind of awkwardly and looked away, trying to act normal “What? No. What would give you that idea?”

You inspected the painting a little more. Yes, above the two curly lines was something that looked like a nose, eyes painted close to them.

“Well, for starters, his mustache.”

“I really liked Jean Pierre’s mustache, it was so funny.”

“So it is mister Pierre?”

He took a sip from his wine “Honey, it’s abstract art. It is whatever you want it to be, whatever you see. Maybe you see Jean Pierre because he’s what’s on your mind right now.”

You frowned. That kind of made sense.

“Anyway, let’s talk about something else right now. How’s your wine?” he smiled.

You couldn’t help but smile back “It’s delicious, exactly right for my taste.”

“Great, that is exactly what I wanted to hear. Because I bought a bunch of these this weekend and I really hoped we could drink it all together.” he pulled you in his arms and smiled against the back of your head.

You laughed “Tonight?”

“Well, not necessarily, no. But if you want to, we could get super waisted and have some hard core drunk action. If you know what I mean.” he chuckled.

You turned your head slightly “Ooh, I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.”

He took your chin in his hand and helped you turn your body to his with his other. The look in his eyes was kind of erotic, yet really calmed you down and made you feel safe. The little smirk playing on his lips made your insides burn.

“There’s so much that you don’t know about me.”

He kissed you, and you completely forgot about the wine.

You made out for quite some time, his hand had found its way to your bra and yours was scratching lightly over his back, before your lips got off of each other again. You were the one who pulled back. The relaxed atmosphere surrounding the two of you right now seemed like the perfect ambiance to say those three little words you had been dying to tell him.

He, on the other hand, saw you pulling back as an invitation to start exploring your neck.

You chuckled and suppressed a moan as you started talking "Taehyung I… I need to tell you something."

"So tell me." He whispered in your neck, giving you goosebumps all over. He flipped you over so he was on top of you, pressing you softly against the couch, pressing soft and wet kisses down your belly, his hand everywhere.

Your breathing got unsteady "Taehyung I…"

He started kissing up again, unbuttoning your blouse the further he went up, his hands finding their way below you bra before his mouth did. You moaned in the middle of your sentence.

You pulled his hair, making him groan deep and low.

"I love you."

Everything stopped. He stopped moving, he stopped kissing, he stopped feeling. He stopped everything he did, and got up high enough to look you in your eyes. Where you expected to see love and happiness, you saw fear, sadness and confusion. You frowned when tears started streaming down his face.

His arms reached up, to the little table your wine glass was on. You heard glass break, liquid flow. You felt pain, and then nothing. The world went black. And Taehyung, him whom you loved so much, disappeared.

Music. The music was loud, deafening. A piano piece, not like the pieces he usually listened to while painting. Normally he listened to messy and harsh piano pieces. But this one was the opposite, perhaps his favorite one of all.

Red. The red was everywhere. Spattered on things, more things than he wanted it to spatter on, but he couldn't help it. It was more than he had ever imagined, more than he had intended it to be. Since, this time it was you he was working with, he just couldn't keep his hands steady.

Tears were streaming down his face as he looked at your body just laying there on the floor. Why did it have to come to this? Why did you have to tell him?

It all started when his mom got sick, he was young. So young. He was sure that, had it been an ordinary day at school or with a friend, he would have long forgotten it. But this day was burned into his memory. So vivid, that he could revisit it at any given moment in time and relive it exactly the way it had gone.

As he saw the life slip out of his mother's body he knew that she was gone. Really gone. People kept telling him she was still here, in his heart, probably looking down at him from heaven. But he had never seen her since.

That's when he realized that, when people die, they're gone. Really gone.

It was then, that he started painting. Always his mother. Her face, her outfits, the smell of her perfume. It got more abstract with each painting, but he always drew her. Hoping that, someday, she wouldn't be as gone as she was at that time.

And then his dad fell ill, very ill. He panicked. Even though it was a couple of years after the death of his mom, seeing his father tied to his bed brought back all those memories. He couldn't lose his father too.

Something within him snapped, and before he knew it he had a pillow pressed against his father's face. His father was wired to so many things, doctors had stabbed and punctured him in so many ways that it wasn't difficult to find some place where he could drain some blood.

And then he just started painting.

His father never left him. His father was right there, in the room. His father would live forever. Unlike his mother, his father never left him. Taehyung went on, living his life, knowing he saved his father's life. His father was declared dead, yes, but Taehyung knew better. Taehyung knew his dad couldn't die, his dad lived on as a piece of art, as a part of his son's paintings. The paintings he had loved so dearly.

Taehyung started looking at people differently from then on. Everyone he met, suddenly had an expiration date. Even all the nice and amazing people he met would eventually all die, even people who deserved to live forever.

The world needed a hero, and Taehyung knew that was him.

So he decided that the people he thought should live forever, truly would live forever. And since then, he had been painting with their blood. They would live on as art, who wouldn't want that? What a perfect way to live.

The first one was the doctor, that helped his father and had been so nice to the both of them. Then, a bartender whom had been willing to listen to his stories. An old man that had given him advice on life, a man at the ice cream shop who gave him his ice cream for free. A guy with a dog named Holly, who had rescued him from the shelter. A lawyer he bumped into, who didn't get angry at him for it and had a super nice talk with him.

And then he met you.

You completely threw him off guard, with your nice smile and sparkling eyes. He had wanted to paint you after the first time he met you, but he was too curious, too excited. You did something to him he just couldn't describe, made him feel a thing he couldn't place.

He painted the waiter of your first date, whom had been so nice to you. Not necessarily to Taehyung himself, but to you. It was different, he had never painted anyone whom had been nice to someone else.

And then he just… stopped. He completely stopped painting anyone. He just forgot about it, because of you. He was too busy with you and what he felt for you to do anything anymore. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

Until Jean Pierre. He was so nice to Taehyung, showed him interest, really was a diamond in society. Someone who deserved to live forever.

Taehyung had wanted to paint the him much sooner, but then Holly got sick. He couldn't just let Holly die, he had been such a great and amazing dog. A dog whom he wanted to keep with him forever. It was the first animal he painted.

But since he already made up an excuse to not contact anyone when he was painting Holly, he needed a different one to paint Jean Pierre. The first thing the came to mind was leaving town, and you bought it. He never actually left town, just locked himself in his apartment.

And now you. You telling him that you loved him, brought up the panic of death. Even you would eventually die, and if there was anyone who deserved to live forever it was you.

He didn’t mean too, for the first time in his live he had found someone he wanted to share the rest of his life with, he had decided to paint you as you got older. Not now. But those three little words brought so much pain and panic forth from within him, and the same thing that snapped back when his father was sick, snapped as you said those words. He knew you weren’t sick, but you could have died at any given moment. He could have lost you the next day, or somewhere next week. Death was always around everyone, waiting to strike. And after those three little words, that feeling they described, he could never imagined losing you.

But you were the hardest one he ever painted. For the first time, he actually felt like he had killed someone, not given them life. He had killed you.

So he decided this would be his greatest artwork ever, less abstract, more you. Everyone had to see he drew inspiration from you and you alone. Everyone had to see what he felt for you. A much more realistic portrait, painted while his tears streamed down his face and blocked his vision. You were the hardest one he had ever painted.

He fell onto his knees, screaming, crying, as he finished. He looked at you, bend over you, stroking your hair out of you face, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, too."

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