Mi Amor✔️

4

Taehyung strides his way to the royal garden. Jungkook had informed him Jimin would be there around this time. “Y/N look at this.” He heard Jimin's exhilarated shrill. Hiding behind the bushes he peeked his head to see what was actually going on?

You sat on the ground with a dispassionate face. He chuckled sarcastically. “What do you even expect from a deceased King's lover? Jimin seriously needs to see the truth.” Jimin was busy flying a wooden airplane in the air. “Are you done?”

You ask him. Jimin smiles. “That's rude. How could she be so damn fucking cold towards my friend?” He commented on your sardy aura. “Do you want this airplane? It's my favourite one, I'll give it to you, if that makes you happy.” Taehyung was dumbstruck. That airplane was Jimin's favourite toy.

He never let anyone play with it, even restricted himself. Afraid he'll break it. Rarely did Jimin show up with the wooden piece when they played together. It was a unique one that Jimin had fought and thrown tantrums with his father to get him. Taehyung was allowed to play with it since he was his best friend. Giving him royal access.

Years later as they started to grow up and mend their own lives. The toy was somewhere lost from their mortality. It remained as a souvenir in the palace royal art gallery. “You don't need to present me with your most treasured toy Jimin.”

Hearing you say these words Taehyung was perplexed. If it was for any other woman in your place she'd be more than ecstatic and accept it without a second thought. Why wouldn't they? Jimin was an eligible bachelor, a brave king. And a popular fancied man in every maiden's eyes.

Even married women couldn't keep their sights away from admiring the King. “How do you know what this toy means to me?” Jimin's eyes had turned a shade darker. Wondering how his Mi Amor knew the backstory of the childhood possession he adhered to?

“Rumours don't need effort to spread.” Hugging your knees you stared at the oblivion. “So Jimin wasn't the one to tell her about the toy. Interesting!” He trained with Jimin in their early teen years. Taehyung initially was supposed to join Jimin's army. But later quit the idea seeking interest in arts instead.

He thanked his young self for having trained. Being well aware of Jimin's personality he wouldn't take a second to sense someone was gawking at them. “My Kingdom has an extremely skilled artist. Do you wanna get your portrait drawn by him? I'll be by your side, to not make it awkward for you.”

Taehyung's mouth hung open. “This idiot, he made me draw her portrait last night. I'll have to draw another one once again?” He fake cried. “How about you sketch me, King Jimin? Offer me the pleasure to see the magic adorning the great King of Busan's hands.” Jimin's cheeks tinted red.

“Will you draw me King Jimin?” Looking at him you wait for an answer. “Yes I will.” He stood up. “I'd be waiting for that day. To reward your talent and express my gratitude, I'll write a few words in your favour. That shall come straight from my soul.”

An ignition sparked Jimin's heart. At the token of appreciation you'd be granting him. He forward his hand out. You faintly smile at him. “King Jimin, to be attached to someone is really easy. The oath to stay by their side forever is not an easy task.”

Getting back on your feet you remind him. “Mi Amor, I'll definitely picture you, show a part of you which you haven't ever seen from those pretty eyes of yours. Excuse me for I have some royal matters to attend.”

His tone was assuring. Which genuinely came from a lover requesting his other half to permit him for a brief separation. “Sure, go ahead.” Dredging the dust off your dress you turn on your heels heading to your room.

“Kim Taehyung” Jimin squealed. “Oh shit, I think he might show up at my legroom. Gotta run before he caught up to my little encroaching act.” A panting Taehyung sits on his chair. Wiping sweat beads off his forehead. Caused due to his immense marathon. “My soulmate.”

Jimin in his jolly mood entered inside. Taehyung put up a fake smile. “What brings you here soulmate? Don't you have royal matters to attest?” Jimin sits on a chair scratching his nape. Fiddling with his fingers shyly.

“So you know about my Mi Amor right?” He nodded his head. “Oh yes I've heard about her. Isn't she the late King Yoongi's lover?” Jimin disregarded his locution. Continuing with his own.

“I recommended you to my love. Guess what she said? She preferred me to draw her portrait instead of you. I'm so happy no words or expressions can describe the excitement I'm feeling right now. Today I come here to you with hope.”

“Teach me to be a good artist. One that is proficient to sculpt his lover. By the mere strokes of brush, captivate her beauty. I aspire to be such an artist for my Amor.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “You seem like a modern age Orpheus to me. And a mixture of William Wordsworth. Glittering your words with honey like sweetness. Each time you refer to her.” He mentally complained about Jimin's change of behaviour in his mind.

[Orpheus was a musician, poet and prophet in Greek mythology. His parents were the king of Thrace Oeagrus and the muse Calliope. He was considered the best musician and poet of all, and he perfected the lyre. It was the god Apollo who taught Orpheus how to play the lyre when he was an adolescent.]

“When can I expect you to start with my lessons?” Jimin's orbs gleamed in anticipation. Taehyung sighed “whenever you're ready for it, your majesty.” He clapped contentedly. “Let's do it now.” Removing his royal coat, Jimin rolls up his sleeves. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his satin shirt.

“Wait, are you crazy? You wanna learn right now? What about my precious beauty sleep? Come back tomorrow shoo shoo.” He gestured with his hands hastily. Jimin cheekily grinned. “I'll triple your salary for my personal lessons, don't worry.” There he lured the man with money.

“I'm not a man who seldom sells himself to anyone. You're my soulmate. I'll let you off the hook this time. Also, pay me two days prior to the end of the month.” Taehyung positioned himself in front of a huge canvas expounding his demand.

“Ha, money makes everything so damn easy.” Jimin scowled in victory. Thinking how it was just a piece of cake for him to win over his stubborn best friend's objection. “The first and foremost element needed for you to be a good artist is dedication and passion. Why do you wanna be an artist?”

His ambience had shifted to that of a professional man. “Isn't it crystal clear why I wanna be an artist? Of course it's for Mi Amor.” Jimin proudly stated. Taehyung mentally face palmed himself. “Even if the world is about to end, this love sick guy would still shout I love you Mi Amor.”

Taehyung described basic details splitting it in the easiest form for Jimin to grasp onto without any difficulty. “Wait, I have a question. What if my painting fails to illustrate my Y/N'S ethereal features?”

Taehyung grabbed Jimin's shoulders, preventing himself from fainting. “Of all the things that I explained to you right now. This is the question that you have?” Jimin scanned the empty canvas.

“Absolutely it's a one in a million question. A debate that's much more important than the non-existing world peace.” Taehyung smacked Jimin's head.

“You've got a long way to go, young man. Starting today from this very moment. I am no longer your friend. A teacher is what I am to you. No more no less.” Jimin pouts, folding his arms across his chest.

“Hey I'm three months older than you. You don't call me a kid, Mr Kim Taehyung.”