Painting is an alternative way Marie to ground herself, usually she uses music but painting is a close second. It allows her to take a step back from the world and breathe on her own for a bit, painting is her stress reliever.
With #SpreadTheLove trending on SNS in the college's subdivision, they had gained a bit of a following. Whenever Marie would show up to start working on the mural, there was a bit of a crowd watching the wall.
Literally, they were watching paint dry.
Last night Yoongi and Jungkook had painted the base layer. A plain black layer that was waiting for the lettering to be traced on by Marie.
Which is her current dilemma, her tote full of supplies and arms lugging white paint, no one would let her through to work on her project. No matter how loud she said excuse me, someone would turn, look at her, and then go back to staring at the black wall.
"Took you long enough to get here," A now blonde Yoongi pops his head between the crowd and pulls her in behind him. He takes the two five gallon tubs of paint from her and aims for people's shins, clearing a path in the crowd for them to get through.
Marie splutters for a bit, trying to come up with a good retort but she's left speechless. She runs after her partner trying to figure out when he had the time to dye his hair considering she saw him last night.
"This was my part of the project, Yoongi. You stayed up late priming it." She finally catches up to him, starting to lay out all of the supplies she bought. Tape measures, pencils, wide paint brushes, thin paint brushes, you name it, Marie bought it with her.
"I owe you." he shrugged, "Would you look at that, we are matching." He gestures to Marie's torn denim overall's, and his matching, not as stained denim overalls.
"I'm a messy artist." Marie gets out before he has the chance to make fun of her for it.
"It's cute," He cracks a small smile, reaching out and thumbing over a hole that rests on the top of her thigh.
Then he turns back to mixing his paint like he didn't make the girl swoon for him. Marie was shocked, her heart beating right out of her chest, completely stunned to silence. She didn't move for a good five minutes, just staring at the man in front of her.
"Who are you and what have you done with Yoongi?" Marie whispers to herself, but she's pretty sure her partner heard her by the way his shoulders shake with laughter. "I'm not kidding, did he have a twin that I should've known about?"
Shaking his head, he ignores Marie and goes back to measure the scaling of the mural. The pair didn't continue the conversation after that, working together on their project like two halves of a whole. A well oiled machine that finished the entirety of the lettering in half the scheduled time, Marie and Yoongi take a step back in sync looking at the wall, a feeling of pride crawling up into their throats.
They aren't art majors but this was a tempting argument for them to switch majors. "If we don't get a 100, I will riot." Yoongi breaks the silence between the pair.
"I will make the picket signs." Marie laughs to herself, pulling the towel out of her back pocket to wipe her face and then clean her hands. Turning around to hand the rag to Yoongi, she runs right into his chest, his face close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. His hands catch her waist to keep her from stumbling, but immediately after his lips meet hers.
It was one quick kiss at first, then two, and then three. Sometime between the second and third kiss, Marie's hands moved their way up and were resting on Yoongi's chest, his hands still firmly on her hips. By the time the fourth kiss started, it was no longer quick pecks, it was slower and a lot longer, two people holding each other in the middle of the courtyard.
