The artist and his muse (Namkook)

Chapter 3: All Day

It hardly took fifteen minutes to draw the outline of the flower bunch along with some portions of the stems and leaves. The artist was sitting on a small wooden tool placed on the lush green grass spread across the garden. It formed a green carpet with was shaped evenly by the lawn mower. The place is really well maintained.

Jungkook kept his focus still on the canvas sitting on a similar tool close to Namjoon, but after sometime, he got impatient to see the colouring which is his favourite part of art.

"Namjoon hyung, when are you going to start the colouring?"
"You mean trying to bring life to the flowers?"
"If you put it that way, then be it."
"No, Jungkook. I am asking you, what is the significance of colour to you?"
The deadly combination of the serious facial expression, the question and the impatience was giving palpitation to the intern.

"Colouring is the most important part of a painting that helps the viewer to understand what the painting is all about." Namjoon just listened attentively without saying anything and drove his attention back to his canvas again.

Mixing the necessary amounts of colours with a number 5 flat brush on the palette, he started dabbing the white canvas with small patches of light pink to start with the petals. Jungkook was starting to feel relaxed when no further questions were asked from his superior. It was an almost silent environment with occasional chirping of the birds until someone thought of breaking the ice.

"It doesn't matter if you put colour or draw just with a pencil, all that should matter to you is how you want to see it. If you can spot life on a straight line drawn with a pen on a dirty piece of paper, then it's alive. You just need to see it in your own mind's eyes."
"But I have always felt more attracted to the colours, it's just more beautiful."

So you like conspicuity over emotion! Maybe I'm just an ugly straight line to you, on a piece of paper drawn with just a pencil!

Namjoon diverted his focus on the canvas while Jungkook's sign of getting impatient was not unnoticed to him.
"You can take a walk around if you want."
"Thanks, hyung." The younger's face surprisingly brightened with a smile as if he was released from the prison where only punishment is to sit still.

The flowers seem to be dancing around you, the nature wants to kiss your forehead as the wind is trying to blow your hair locks.

"Hyung, see what I found!" Jungkook opened his palm to show a small bud of mugunghwa.
"Where did you get this?"
"It was lying on the ground under the tree in the left block. A gardener was working there, he said I can keep it as I found it on the ground myself."

Namjoon couldn't take his eyes off from the smiling face as it seemed to be the most charming scene to him. However, he went back to the painting.

It was already 3 in the afternoon when the painting was completed. The professional artist is not used to checking time while being engrossed in his work, but this time there was another person with him whom he forgot to ask about lunch.

"I'm so sorry Jungkook, I didn't realise it was this late. You must be starving."
"It's okay, hyung. During my college time, I don't get to have meals in time, so it's no big deal."
"When is your next semester commencing from?"
"It will start from 7th of August. So I still have around two and a half months more. It's a three months internship."

They packed the art supplies and walked towards the parking lot where Namjoon parked his car.
"What do you want for lunch?" The elder asked while buckling the seat belt.
"Won't we go to the studio?"
"No, let's have something outside. I'm sick of the canteen food." Jungkook gave a small smile in return.

They went to a sushi restaurant which seemed to be quite exquisite. The way the manager greeted Namjoon seemed like he was a regular customer there and they were provided a table near the window which had a view of the nearby streets.

A happy smile made its way on the artist's face watching the intern filling his mouth with food. It was cute sight to a normal person, but it looked like a piece of art to the artistic mind of Namjoon who momentarily forgot that he too was hungry himself.

After the meal, Namjoon paid the bill along with a decent tip. Namjoon opened the door for Jungkook but he collided with an incoming guest  resulting to fall in the elder's arms. He was caught safely, but the beholder of his eyes lost himself in the moment.

He gently tucked the locks behind his ears as those created an obstruction to get a clear view of the pair of eyes that held pure innocence and beauty. Jungkook got an instant shiver at the touch but stood right up clutching Namjoon's shoulders for balance.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I just lost the balance."
"It's no problem, Jungkook."

They went back to the studio and Jungkook kept asking all random questions on colours to his senior who was more than happy to answer every single one of them.

Honey, you taste it like me
Okay (okay, okay)
I'm diggin' all day (uh)
Okay, okay
I'm findin' real me
(Uh) okay, okay (let's go)
I'm singin' all day (uh)
Okay, okay (let's go)
All day (all day, yeah, yeah, all day, yeah, yeah)
All day (all day, yeah, yeah, all day, yeah, yeah)
All day (all day, yeah, yeah, all day, yeah, yeah)
All day (all day, yeah, yeah, all day, yeah, yeah)

- Kim Namjoon

Is there a possibility of filling the grey life with colours? Why is he trying to answer to the unattained call of desire? Why is he humming songs from the 60s?

That's what kept wandering in Namjoon's mind after he returned home. He has felt something he never did before, but was it just an inspiration to creating a new art? Or was it just about the muse? The glowing skin, the twinkling eyes, the cute pointed nose, the shoulder length curly hair, the hourglass shaped figure- all kept lighting a flame in the restless heart of the artist.

It was already 3 in the morning when he realised his eyes got deprived of sleep due. Opening the door to his personal studio room, he took out a fresh sheet of white handmade paper and the box of charcoal pencils.

What are you doing to me, Jungkook?