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Work Of Art [KTH]

Word count: 33,388
Theme: Positions, Ariana grande

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"I'm off now," Taehyung spoke up, breaking Hoseok's concentration from his iPad, where he was likely completing a sketch for a client.

"Oh, where are you off to?" The older male perked up, lifting his electronic pencil to avoid making any mistakes.

"I found this flyer for an art class at the community center, thought I'd check it out," he shrugged, straightening the lapels of his black trench coat before readjusting his bag.

"Cool, have fun," Hoseok called as Taehyung left the building, gajing his car to the community center where the art class was taking place.

When he finally arrived in the rented room, Taehying found easels set up in a semi-circle around a small elevated stage.

Deciding to take a seat off to the left side, he quietly set up his large sketchpad on the easel and took out his set of coals, placing those and a few other things on the small table provided. There were quite a few people here, about ten in total when an older lady walked in with a younger woman in a robe.

She was beautiful, he thought. Small and sweet looking with the dusty pinkish color in her wavy long bob. Moments later and the natural beauty was on the stage, all eyes on her as the instructor told everyone to get ready to paint or draw the nameless model in their preferred style.

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It was nerve wracking to have so many eyes on you. You'd only agreed to do this on your cousins insistence that you needed to push yourself a little and show some of that self-confidence you always preached about to other men and women.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Soomin, the elderly instructor turned to you, wearing a kind smile and with a short breath in and out you dropped the robe; letting it fall off of your shoulders and onto the floor.

With an encouraging nod from Soomin again, you sat down on the clean stage, posing facing your left.

You tucked your legs underneath you so that you could sit on your calves and crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself. This was what you were okay with and Soomin looked at you proudly.

"Gorgeous pose, miss," she complimented, being mindful to keep your privacy and not use your name in front of the crowd. That made you feel a little safer too and you made a subtle cursory search of the artists around you.

Men and women of all ages, and walks of life, were spread out at their easels, focusing on your naked frame, and their pads or canvases. They all looked so professional and it eased you immensely.

You almost expected to have your naked frame gawked at but you were glad that no one did; you might've just ran out of the door you were facing if they had.

As you continued to look more behind you, you caught sight of a tall man wearing a barrette. He was making broad yet precise strokes across his page with his medium of choice, so you watched him for a moment; caressing your left cheek with the back of your right hand so you at least looked like you were doing your job.

The man looked up, catching your eye, and you drew in a breath. He was gorgeous, like a model himself, and the smirk he offered you was breath-taking. He got back to work then, his tattooed hand working away as he looked back and forth with the ghost of a smirk still visible on his lips.

You kept your gaze, decidedly, away from the man after that; changing the angle of your head and hands every few minutes to give the artists a variety of poses to use.