VENOM | TAEHYUNG

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Taehyungs pov:

I had sent Anastasia on her way home. She did not ask me any questions about jungkook or whatever she had overheard. Infact she just sobbed for an entire 10 minutes. It gave me a fucking headache. I'm not one for comforting so it was rather awkward having her weep into my chest like a little baby.

I did not want to ask if it were out of disappointment or sympathy. I swear I didn't want to know.

Right now , I was on my way to an art museum. A girl name Elizabeth worked there. I needed to meet her for a specific piece I had ordered a month back from a museum in France. It had finally arrived. Art was calming. It was my safe place. I found comfort in meaningful pieces which most would never be able to interpret what kind of emotions the artist would have had In mind while crafting such gloomy work.

I hit the brake as the light flashed red. My eyes drop to the little white box in my glove compartment . Just as I reach for it , the car behind honked and I realized the traffic had moved. I roll my eyes at the impatient ass behind me. Switching gears , I stomp on the gas and leave him to eat my mustang dust.

With one hand on the steering,  I use the other to lift the box. Foundrae. The contents were a little gold bracelet. The day I had picked the name out of the Christmas hat , was the day I bought this trinket for her. But , like always- life always tossed fucking hurdles in my path. First the fight with jungkook at the lake house. The night of the ceremony when I pretended not to give a fuck about her. The fucking teddy bear. I was unsure. I had my doubts in giving her the bracelet. I did not want her thinking otherwise but I also wanted her to know she was my favorite girl.

I sigh ,placing it back in its place. That's a problem for later. I turn into the parking lot of the museum which was surprisingly alittle crowded. Why the fuck won't people give me space to enjoy one fucking thing.

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"Mr kim"

"Elizabeth "

Her strides were long and jumpy. She seemed far top excited to see me. I had clue why but the girls whom she had been explaining a painting too, turned back to glance at me with subtle smiles and whispers. I was not egotistical about my features. I knew me being handsome would take me to heights of advantages but it never made me fucking egotistical to the point I'd flaunt myself on social media.

"Your painting had arrived. I was so excited to mail you about it", she grinned. "Are you excited?", she squealed. "Ecstatic ", I deadpan and she ignored my bored tone , gesturing for me to follow her. The sound of her heels drumming against the tiles annoyed my ears. Her grey pencil skirt clinged to her flat ass. Quite an uneasy sight. "There she blows", she imitated a pirate. I halt infront of the piece of art. It was not my usual dull, morbid art.

This was of a girl ,seated within the tall grass. She was surrounded by cherry blossom trees and dandelions. Her fingers entangled in her orange hair which hung over her shoulder covering one side of her naked breasts. She was braiding it. The sky a magnificent shade of blue and mustard. In the background, there were dull mountains . No one and nothing for miles. Just her and her beauty trapped in paradise.

The art itself was named lonesome angel.

"Should I have it wrapped?", she asked and I give a nod. "There are more that came in from France. Feel free to explore while I pack this ", she clasped her hands together and walked away. I stare at the painting again. So peaceful. I'd love to sit in such a field. Just me and myself. No one else.

Actually-

I'd like Anastasia to be there.

Surprisingly she was the only person who didn't get on my last nerve. She was annoying at times but nothing I couldn't handle. She had a feisty spirit which I could tame. The girl in this painting reminded me of her . Graceful and unaware of just how beautiful she was. It wasn't the flashy type of beauty. It was the type when she'd walk in a room and  grab attention without even trying too. I get why jungkook was so hooked on being with her. She had the face of innocence. Ofcourse he would never doubt her intentions or accuse her of cheating.