church |✞| kookv ✔︎

𝘁𝘄𝗼.

     𝕋he blond boy shakes the can of spray paint, looking at the yellow wall, analyzing how is he going to start his drawing.

"what are you drawing today, taehyungie?" the boy beside him asked, shaking his can of spray paint too.

"hm... i'm not really sure." he shrugged, still thinking about what could he do. "what about you, jiminie?"

park jimin was part of the rebels without a cause, a small boy with pink soft hair. his cheeks were chubby and he was so adorable. people often believed he was such a good boy by just looking at him, but they were so wrong. jimin was what you would call a whole bad bitch.

"i'm drawing some flowers that i saw on pinterest today." he smiled, getting closer to the wall and starting with his painting.

taehyung laughed at that softly and focused on his drawing. he lets his mind take control of his body, with the red spray paint he started to make a square, the color being so bright that it started to hurt the blond's eyes. once he finishes that, he picks up the black can of spray paint and draws vertical and horizontal lines, all connecting with each other.

he fills the inside of the lines with the black color, both boys in complete silence, immersed in the art they were creating, the only sounds being the spraying of the paint and occasional footsteps when they searched for other colors.

then, he picks up the purple spray can, shaking it while looking at the drawing so far. he then proceeds to draw two little horns in each side of the drawing. for the finishing touch, he grabbed the white spray paint can, shaking it and making a few lines in a few places of the drawing, making it look like it shined. he then wrote his signature at the bottom of the drawing, a simple "V".

when he finished, he hums, satisfied with the results. it was simple, a black cross with a red background and two purple little horns as a crown. he takes his phone out of his back pocket and takes a picture of it.

"that's kind of deep, tae." jimin says looking at the blond's drawing, wearing a sly smile. "it looks amazing."

"yeah, i guess. thank you." he shrugged and looked over at jimin's painting, which was still unfinished. "go on and finish yours."

jimin nodded, shaking the can he had in his hand, enjoying the clacking sound that it made. taehyung sat on the ground, watching the older boy as he paints, waiting patiently for him to finish.

a couple of minutes later, a bunch of colorful and vivid flowers were plastered on the wall. it was a beautiful drawing, just like all the drawings jimin did. they were all colorful and vivid.

"as good as always, jiminie." taehyung praises, high-fiving his best friend, who smiled widely at him. he always looked so happy after drawing.

"thank you." he said, yawning seconds later. "i'm so damn tired, let's go to sleep."

taehyung nodded and stood up from the ground. they picked up their spray paint cans, putting them in their bags and hanging them on their shoulders. after jimin takes a picture of his drawing, they leave together the place, which is an alley with a wall that they already drew on before, but was covered in yellow paint by someone else. so they went and painted it again.

his phone informed him that it was 3:11 am when he reached home, entering through his window without making any noise, already an expert on sneaking out. he left jimin on his house first —which wasn't so far away, probably just two streets— and walked home by himself, like he usually does.

he lays on his bed, his eyes heavy and in need of some sleep. he sighs tiredly and ends up falling asleep quickly, his mind unconsciously thinking about a certain shy boy.

—✞—

jungkook couldn't stop thinking about that blond boy. he doesn't understand why, and he just want his brain to stop being so stupid.

he probably thinks of him because of how intimidating he was, right? because he scared him so much.

no one ever talked to him the way that taehyung did. people normally speak to him with soft voice and soft words, and normally they didn't look at him so hungrily like that boy did.

hungrily. he was so confused. why was he looking at him like that?

it really scared him, but he just felt so curious. he just wanted to spend more time with him.

you're being desperate right now, jungkook. the boy sighed, looking at his drawing of a sunflower. the blond hair of taehyung reminded him of sunflowers.

is it because i don't make new friends since a long time ago?

maybe it was because the boy said his life was boring. he didn't really think about it until taehyung said it, and now that he was living it over and over again, he noticed that it was true. he felt kind of... trapped.

but he pushes all of his nonsense thoughts to the back of his head. he was grateful for his life and he was grateful for everything he already had.

stop thinking about him. people like that boy will only cause you trouble. he tried to convince himself, closing his drawings notebook and organizing his painting tools.

he then walked over to his bed, the blue bedsheets neatly placed, inviting him to crawl under them. he yawned, accepting the invitation and getting under the sheets, rubbing his eyes after doing so.

he looked at the ceiling for some seconds, clearing his thoughts and closing his eyes, ready to get some good night sleep. because, when he woke up, he had to repeat the same day, over and over again.

he wakes up, he has breakfast with his parents, he helps them in whatever they need, he walks his dog, he draws, he sleeps.

the young boy swallowed the lump on his throat, hoping to swallow the feeling of emptiness with it.

he ended up dreaming with the boy that managed to change his boring routine and made him feel something different, even if it was just for a couple of minutes.