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NINETEEN

During the next few weeks after the museum trip, Hoseok and Taehyung had gotten closer.

Hoseok liked it, but at the same time, it really, really scared him. He liked getting to know Taehyung but he was afraid that one day he'd lose all self restraint and kiss him or something stupid like that.

Sometimes Hoseok would pretend to mess up his paintings so Taehyung would hold his hand and guide him. Sometimes he'd purposely let their hands meet as they cleaned up after painting. Occasionally he'd tell Taehyung he had paint on his face and wipe it away for him.

Hoseok was rinsing his brushes after their painting session. Taehyung had already left, mentioning something about how he had to finish a painting before his violin practice, and he'd thanked Hoseok for cleaning up alone before rushing out.

Hoseok sighed, putting his brushes back in their respective places. As he got ready to leave, he noticed something on the table.

Taehyung had left his camera.

Hoseok remembered him coming in with it. It seemed he'd forgotten. He grabbed it, accidentally seeing the last photo that Taehyung had took.

It was of Hoseok. Hoseok, with an apron over his clothes and brows furrowed as he painted. It was taken today.

Hoseok went back a bit. Almost all of the photos were of him. Hoseok imagined that some people might find this creepy, but he looked, really looked, and saw that Taehyung's photos of him always painted him in a good light.

There were photos of him working on his paintings. There were a few of him laughing. And there was one of Hoseok at the museum, staring at the sculpture Taehyung had wanted him to see.

Hoseok's heart swelled. He didn't want to overthink this, he didn't want to assume, but. . .

He shook his head and left the room. He had to go find Taehyung and return the camera to him.

He ran into Yoongi on his way to the seventh floor.

"Hey, Hoseok," Yoongi said. "What're you doing up here? Looking for Taehyung?"

Hoseok nodded. "He left his camera."

"He's in Room 285," Yoongi said. "Door's unlocked, let yourself in. And please kiss him already, I'm tired of the oblivious pining. He obviously likes you."

Leaving Hoseok with that crisis evoking information, Yoongi left down the hall.

Hoseok swallowed nervously made his way to Room 285. He knocked on the door before opening it and peeking inside.

Taehyung was crouched on the floor, working on a large canvas. There were bottles and tubes of paint around the canvas as well as some brushes scattered here and there. Hoseok didn't get a good look at the painting, because Taehyung had looked up at him, surprised by his presence.

"Hoseok!" Taehyung stood. "What're you doing here? Did you need something?"

"No, I, uh. . . " Hoseok held out the camera for Taehyung to take. "You left this in the Painting room."

"Oh." Taehyung cleared his throat. "Sorry for making you come all the way here to return it."

"It's fine. I, um. . ."

"You saw the photos, didn't you?"

Hoseok froze. ". . .Sorry. I shouldn't have looked through them."

Taehyung shrugged. "I don't mind. I'm sorry for taking so many photos of you, but you have a nice side profile. And you're pretty."

Hoseok tried not to let his surprise show. "R-Right. I mean, not right. I mean, thank you. I'll. . . I'll go now."

He turned and rushed out as quickly as possible, cheeks burning and heart beating quickly.