𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄- 𝐎𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐌.𝟑

My Love, My Muse
"Fall in love with an artist, and I promise, you'll never die."
Author:: LavLoner

The gust of chilly wind, the scent of pastel yet wildflowers, and the rays of cheery sunlight all held hands and ran around in circles with wide smiles on their faces. It was such an optimistic day today. The weather was warm, with a tone of yellow and pastel pink through the natural hue of the surroundings.

In more comprehensible words, the mood was sunshine, light wool cardigan over a beige-coloured shirt and wide black pants. Long flowy and soft hair that's freshly shampooed, appearing as a light brown colour under the rays of the shining ball. A subtle spray of lavender perfume near the neck, not too strong but enough to keep it floral. A fading tote bag with aesthetic colours written in black and san serif. Old earphones with almost broken wires in one ear while the other is left for the ambient outdoor sound. Messy sketchbook and papers with dried coffee stains stacked up and held close to the chest in another hand. At last, eyes closed and a comforting smile on a male's face as he subconsciously danced to the light beats.

Almost like the protagonist in the center, matching the description of the mood, Yoongi hopped through the dusty grounds of the not-too-crowded park. His old white (a lie, they were fully stained) sneakers scrunched some dried leaves that had fallen down. The male’s now fairly long hair ruffled against the gentle pats of the adoring wind.

A wide smile planted itself on the cat-eyed man's face as the rays of the sun kissed his gentle skin. His small, chubby, gullible hands wrapped themselves around the worn-out sketchbook that was bursting with random sketches and sticky notes stuffed inside. Taking a pause, he looked around his surroundings, contemplating whether this would be the best place for him to sit and spend the timeless hours of his day, losing himself to the craft of lines and shapes.

With a breathy groan, Yoongi sat himself down on the plush grass that thrived with a heavy tint of lemon green. He put this old, stained tote bag in the same place as he piece by piece brought out his minimalistic equipment. Equipments that seemed ordinary but held the entirety of his life inside. A dull-looking metal mechanical pencil that was filled with tiny scratches and blurry fingerprints. A cute little watercolour kit that was small enough to fit inside a palm. And then finally, his trusty pocketable black paint brush—the same brush he's been using since he was a teenager living and breathing art. It was the one thing he always carried around whenever he felt less of an artist or out of inspiration.