Until We Fall In Love | Taekook ✔

5. I'm here

"We understand Taehyung-ssi. But you know the situation. We're not thinking about the gallery and new exhibition now. So..."

Taehyung stiffened at the spot while video conferencing. He adjusted his beret and tried to smile at the old man through the screen.

"Okay, Mr. Chang. I will talk to you later then. Please let me know if there is anything regarding the gallery."
Taehyung said and hung up the virtual meeting with the male.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen to make a glass of green tea for himself. The blond was seated on the chair at the balcony. He stared at the canvases. Some of them are covered with paints others are blank and waiting for the touch of blessings with his magic hands.

It was the most difficult time of life for everyone, including Taehyung and his gallery sponsors. He paints in the streets of different countries. He portraits the untold emotions of unknown people, unfamiliar faces that offer money, and moody and floaty skies and streets.

His paintings are the representation of life itself. He uses every color. And creates only one outcome; a masterpiece.

The street artist loved those days of life when he can sit on the loud, busy streets without caring about the world and trace the phosphenes in front of his head to the white papers.

But life is different now. The galleries which used to buy his artworks and present them on exhibitions are now backing off. The pandemic really shook everyone. Nobody sponsoring any events or exhibitions now. The streets are already shut for him. What is Taehyung supposed to do now?

The artist looked outside. White and blue clouds gathered around the vast sky. But his mind is already clouded with a lot of things. The atmosphere is cold. It's Taehyung's favorite season- winter. But he can't enjoy it. The snowdrops filled the black road slowly. Taehyung sighed and closed his eyes. He has to survive this.

"Christmas has never been fun without you at all. At least come for Christmas"

He remembered his brother's words. Is it finally happening? Is he really thinking to go back to Seoul? Taehyung hates to say it. But that's what he feels right now.

Something in the air told him that he should do it. He should go back where it all started; at least to restart everything.

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Dark woods cover both sides of the road. The attempt of street lights to shine in the darkness is awfully failing or maybe his eyes are deeply shut. The car accelerated to the far. Cold breeze entering inside because of the open window. A sharp turn made his head hit on the window glass and Taehyung opened his eyes from the deep sleep.

"Sir, you didn't tell me where to "
The driver asked in a low voice. Taehyung was dumbfounded first then realized what was happening to him. He sat up straight and slid the window down completely letting the cold wind cover him.

He adjusted his face mask and said.
"Kim mansion?"

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Kim Seokjin was sleeping soundly when he heard the calling bell. He was annoyed the most. Who the hell is there at his door at 2:28 am? He pulled out the blanket, released the tight grip of his husband, and sat upon the bed. Namjoon squirmed a little but went back to sleep.

"I swear to God, if this is some of your crazy assistants to give important files, then I will kill you, Mr. Husband."

Seokjin whispered while leaving to look for who was at the door. He looked through the smart lock camera to see the face. Struggling with the password, he opened the door with trembling hands and screamed.