Sparks ᴺᴱᵂ

Chapter 4: Art and Design

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It had been a couple of hours since the introductory lecture where Taehyung had interacted with the mysterious boy. He and Jimin soon realised that they had taken the same study - art and design - which worked well in both of their favours seeing as they wouldn't be so lonely upon arrival to their class. Although Taehyung was a shy and rather private boy, his fellow classmates seemed very welcoming - well that's how they perceived themselves anyway. They were flashing small smiles towards one another as they introduced themselves, trying not to let their nerves build up and clog their throats. They were all in the same position, they had no choice but to converse with each other, even if their nerves made them feel like something was compressing their lungs , preventing them from taking a full breath of oxygen. Making friends and not becoming the classes isolated loner was what motivated them to push past their unnerving feelings and partake in small talk with one another.

Within the class of 20 or so students, there was one boy in particular that caught his eye. His hair reminded Taehyung of mint chocolate chip ice-cream, his dark brown roots were beginning to peak through at the top of his head but the rest of his hair remained a vibrant mint. His skin was pale and he had a large gummy smile that made his features look soft and friendly. He dressed simply , in neutral tones ,  but nonetheless looked well put together.

"Min Yoongi" , the gummy boy beamed as he held out his hand to greet the boy in front of him.

"Kim T-Taehyung" the anxious boy responded, wiping his hand onto his trousers before shaking the mint haired boys hand.

"What brings you to the wonderful world of art and design Kim?" Yoongi questioned in attempts to make small talk.

Not wanting to go into much detail about how his passion for art initiated , Taehyung explained that ever since he was a young boy he was always talented when it came to handling a paintbrush. In his defence this wasn't a lie, his teachers always praised him for his work and rewarded him with shiny little stickers in the shape of stars which furthermore pushed him to improve as he got older. There was however a rather dark reasoning that lingered in the back of his mind as to why he took up art.

FLASHBACK:
It was the 30th of December 2000 and Taehyung was going out with his parents to celebrate his fifth birthday. This was one of the few times a year that his good for nothing mother and father would spend time with their son (other than Christmas and the occasional day out) . Seeing as he was still a young child , Taehyung knew no different and thought that every child spent such little time with their parents - in most cases this wasn't true. He craved the attention of his mother , longed for her to hold him and embrace him in the warmth of her arms, but this never happened. His mother told him he was "grown up" now and needed to stop acting in such a childish manner , even though the poor boy was only five.

The winter breeze was cool on the day of his birthday, a thick layer of snow had gracefully fallen from the overcast , grey sky throughout the night. Children's breaths could be seen breathing warm air into the icy atmosphere as they danced around in the blanket of snow, creating delicate snow angels and throwing snowballs at one another.

Taehyung's body was vibrating with excitement , overjoyed with the news that his parents would be visiting to take him out for his annual birthday meal. Although they rarely saw him, Taehyung had a substantial amount of love for his parents.

"Settle down Tae" his grandma spoke in a gentle tone whilst brushing his hair softly.

KNOCK KNOCK

"They're here!!" he wailed eagerly as he jumped down from the chair situated in front of his grandma and sprinted to the front door where he greeted his parents. He held a wide boxy smile across his face , one so bright that anyone would stare in awe at the cute boy - anyone but his parents.