he had never experienced love as such, only through art and music, until she came along; his muse. but her heart was somewhere else, with someone else.
a kim namjoon love story
started: april 15, 2022
kim namjoon x oc!reader
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I grew up with colored stains on my clothes for as long as I can remember, when I got a new stain on me, I liked to imagine a whole story about it, for example, that white stain I got while painting a butterfly, which reminded me of a snow-covered town in christmas eve.
Art has helped me understand that life has many shapes and colors, as well as destiny. I had been able to find happiness among brushes and canvases, and part of that happiness was at Seoul University, in the art department.
I would be lying if I said that I owe everything to art, in part yes, since this brought me closer to that man who I thought was perfect; Kim Taehyung, art and literature student, and eventually, my partner.
I met Taehyung at a class we shared together, to be more specific, art history. We met during out first year of college, both of us being 18. At first, Taehyung was seen as a quiet and reserved person; but I was not the one to give an opinion, since I was the same way.
One day, two days before winter break, the painting class teacher assigned pair teams to deliver previews of the final project. And as if fate had planned it, Kim Taehyung approached me in the free period, with two iced americanos in hand.
"Min Jihye?" His voice was a little deep, but soft at the same time. I nodded to his question, and he sat next to me on the bench, "I'm Kim Taehyung, we'll work together for the art project,"
I nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. What was I supposed to say? He already knew my name, "Nice to meet you, Kim Taehyung,"
"Here, I brought you this," Probably minutes ago he had bought those coffees, the ice melted, and there were only a few left.
I received the coffee, closing the book I had just started reading, it was a gift from grandpa, "Thank you," We both took the first sip at the same time, and to my surprise, Taehyung's face expressed complete disgust after tasting the coffee .
"Ugh, too strong. That's why I don't like coffee," Taehyung complained, setting the coffee down beside him.
"If you don't like it, why did you buy it?" I asked trying not to laugh, I wanted to understand his logic.
"They were on buy one get one free," Taehyung laughed, drawing a laugh from me, thanks to that coffee our bond was more than teammates. The next day, the last day of school, we went to a coffee shop, where I taught him that not all coffee tastes "bad", and that's how he fell in love with the caramel macchiato.
By the second year of college, Taehyung and I started dating. One Friday night, I received a message from him, asking me to go out to my window balcony; he was there waiting for me. Taehyung used to climb the big tree next to my room, so we could see each other at night when my parents wouldn't let me go out anymore; since "the study comes first".
"I made this for you," Taehyung had his guitar behind him; Long ago he had told me that when he was a child, he sold kimbap that his mother had taught him to make, and thus, saving $10 a week, he was able to buy his own guitar.
Taehyung had a sparkle in his eyes, quite beautiful, like him, in my opinion. Moments later he stopped playing the guitar, but he kept singing; I still remember the feel of his hand on my cheek, "I wonder, if you are too good to be true, and would it be alright if I pulled you closer," He sang as he pulled me closer to his body; I thought I was in love with him, maybe I was.
That night was our first kiss, as well as the start of our relationship. I never expected that something that we swore so much that it would be eternal, would end at some point, especially me; I loved him but it hurt to do it, loving Kim Taehyung turned into masochism.
Our relationship lasted 4 years of university, we graduated together, we even toured Seoul trying to find a good job; we were thinking of moving in together. Shortly after we graduated, to my surprise, Taehyung changed, and I'll never know why. The only thing I know to this day is that he probably stopped loving me, because one night in December, he left me.
"Jihye, I love you, and I always will, but for now, this is a goodbye," His face showed a bit of disappointment, sadness even, but his voice... his voice tried to hide his feelings, since it sounded null; emotionless.
"What do you mean a goodbye?" I was confussed, earlier that morning, while having breakfast together he said he loved me.
"I'm leaving the city," He explained, but he was not leaving me because of that, I was sure about it, "It hurts me as much as it hurts you," I was crying, he was too.
"That's bullshit,"
That same night, Taehyung left Seoul. Heartbroken, I went on with my life, but according to the people around me, something in me changed. Not only physically, but everything inside of me. The pain that Kim Taehyung left in me remained inside my heart; I was convinced that I would never love someone again, my heart was locked, and unfortunately he took the key with him.
