Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 30

^^ a design of Chanyeol's house.
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Taehyung was staring blankly at his painting, eyes dried up and glued to the perfect brush stroke that curled up and down to form a pair of beautiful pink lips. Some black linings swirled down with a soft texture and rested on the layer of perfectly smothered peach layer. Honey brown orbs  glowing like pools of gold under sunlight  and puffed out cute cheeks with a rosy touch on one side and tears on another. A cheeky grin reflecting elation and tranquility. 

It was satisfactory. He pursued his lips and generally glided the tip of a fine brush to write his name.

Kim Taehyung 

With another stroke came the topic of painting.

Solitude

He ran a glance around his studio which was actually the attic of their house. Every wall, every corner was filled with the same face. He had been trying to get his life back on track but his every approach swirled up and coloured into that same face which he drew just now. His hands betrayed him. 

Every next topic which ran in his mind got merged with  that face. And that was his own fault. He knew that very well.fault. He knew that very well.

He wanted to depict his life through paintings. Let out all his frustration on them but every fibre of his existence pulled him towards the same cycle of painting the same face again and again.

All the canavaces were aligned the same way things had occurred in his life.

Starting from the left, there was a painting named jubiliance in which the same boy was sitting under a warm shade of sun with an innocent smile on his lips and eyes closed in bliss. 

Next to it was the truth untold. The boy was happily playing with a man and a lady. The man had a bouquet in his hands and a cane on his other hand which was folded in his back. The lady was smiling at him while her back was ripped and leashed.

Then, the Epiphany. Both the boy and the lady had their back plastered to the wall facing the man's back as well as that cane. This time, he was holding a bouquet for another lady in a red dress and another boy older than him.

Next to it was gone. A painting where the poor lady was slowly withering away and the lady in red was taking her place. This time, there was a throne for her and the male was lying flat in a metal cage.

It was followed by commencement. The older boy and the red lady were giving him toys, fruits, and candies. There was a shower of sweets around him but he was standing there holding an umbrella and a scoff lingered on his face. There were many emotions in the lady's eyes. Under the layer of sterninty, a valve tear was forcefully oppressed. 

Then there was alienate, where there was a partially made wall between the boy and the lady. The ironity was that the boy himself was piling up its bricks while the other older male was trying to break in. There were crumbs and piles of stone and crushed bricks around him and his eyes were brimmed with bloody tears.

After that a painting named erratum came in line. The lady in red was long gone. The young boy had a smile curled on his lips but it was nothing like the one in jubilance. He was surrounded with six shadows and walked happily with a hand wrapped around his shoulder. They were in their own world while the background was a patchwork of bloodied walls, many were lying lifeless with purple and black bruises embarking their skin. One of them was the tall older boy who had successfully managed to barge through the wall.