MODEL'S OBSESSION 3🔞 [Asylum Art Dealer]

Perplexed

My mom would kill me if she knew I had told a guy what dorm and room I stay in, but I'm an adult now. I'm able to make decisions all on my own without her interfering!

"We should study in the library" Taehyung suggests while filling his plate with pasta. I was a bit disappointed that he suggested the library instead of my room, but maybe he just sees me as a girl that is new to college and needs a friend. I mean... why wouldn't he.

"You must love the pasta here." He gives me a sassy look, "duh, that's like all I ever get. I haven't tried anything else here since I just usually make something at my place."

He has his own place? I mean why not, he's a senior and he's a model that wears expensive converse shoes. Why wouldn't he...I'm the one that ultimately doesn't have anything. Back then I thought I was worth it, but the more I try and the harder I work toward my goals as an artist..
nothing seems to happen...

None of my friends really support me and none of my followers seem to care. The only real reaction and engagement I gain is when I post a selfie, then they repost me. But never my work. It's fucking exhausting how much people don't appreciate real art and talent.

"You alright?" Taehyung places his hand on my shoulder with a concerned look on his face. That's right, instead of killing myself with the thought of my struggles as an artist, I can vent to my new buddy here.

"Is it alright if I vent to you? I know it's the first time we met but-" Taehyung gives me a big smile, immediately nodding "Of course! If you need to get it off of your chest feel free to tell me."

"Thanks so much! I just feel like I'm getting no where. I've already started my career but I felt like taking classes help me out more with connections. I just posted my new work and only got 8 likes on it..."

He looks down at his plate, continuing to chew before replying, " I've been there... it's not easy but it became a lot easier for me when I met my friends. They have endless connections and have even worked for some of the biggest names out there."

My fingers plays with the straw in my cup as I listen to his words. "If you'd like, I can't introduce you. Even with just a follow on social media from them, you're going to be in everyone's mouth." My eyes squint as i think about his simple introduction in class, he has to be a bigger model than he's leading on to be. Not only that, but his friends have to be major for them to have that much power.

" DEAL" My hand stretches across the cafeteria table waiting for his approval. He laughs placing his utensils down before shaking my hand.

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It has been hours and we were still working on our paintings for stupid painting class. Neither of us understood the purpose since I came here for photography and he's modeling. Just another tactic to take money from us, thats all.

I eagerly swipe the brush across the surface, hoping the painting nightmare would end soon. Somehow taehyung started way after I did and still managed to get his painting done. He flips his canvas over and reveals a painting of me. He depicted me standing between two book shelves with a camera in my hand. Did he major in painting or is he just really skilled? How is this painting so amazing?

"Boom! I didn't know what else to do so I just used you as my muse!" He says before placing the painting back down to dry. His fingers were messy from the paint he used but he didn't really care.

"Wh-what the hell, that's so amazing!" I say, leaning over to get another good look at it. He smiles before moving my hair behind my ear. "Careful" he says while looking into my eyes.

Shit! Why am I sweating?

"Well it's getting pretty late, I guess I'll go back to My dorm now." The pretty smile on his face dissappears as I stand up to gather my things.

After I placed everything in my bag, his hand comes in contact with my wrist, pulling me over to him.

"Are your roommates going to be there?" He asks with the same intimidating state from earlier. At this point I was a bit confused so I didnt say or do anything.

"Tell the R.A you don't want any roommates. You can't have any, okay? For me?"

My eyebrows furrow at his weird statements before I slip my wrist away from his grip. "I think I'm pretty fine with them being there, but like I said, it's getting late so I should leave."

He doesn't say anything he just watches me as I leave.