𝐀𝐌.𝟑 [𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓.]

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A month, 4 days, 9 hours, and 3 minutes had passed since Yoongi met that man, and not a single day went on without Yoongi losing himself thinking about that man called... Park Jimin.

Wanting to know more, he looked up the name 'JM' and upon doing that, he found that the enchanting man was actually one of the most phenomenal writers in the country. Shocker! And the thing that thrilled Yoongi even more was the fact that no one had seen the face of the writer—no one but him.

He loved nothing more than falling for someone who was also an artist just like him.

So here he was, walking through the polished floors of the modern looking gallery. With chandeliers above him and fairly grand paintings on either side, he became absorbed in the flow of the place, keeping himself captured by every passing story that stood still.

He observed everyone in the vast space, intuitively knowing who were artists, who were art enthusiasts, and who were simply dragged here by their date. A gentle smile crossed his face as he looked into the eyes of young students who held a glint of inspiration and admiration for the paintings. Towards his paintings.

The truth was, he was Min Yoongi, also known as Min, the renowned painter of South Korea, who sold paintings worth almost millions simply at such a young age. Nevertheless, just like Jimin, not a soul was aware that this young art student was the one behind such artistry. The reason for this was that he would only reveal his true identity to a person who managed to make his heart beat like never before.

Yoongi strolled towards his biggest masterpiece, which was in a separate hall of its own. It was his most cherished one.

It was called, 'My love, my muse.'

The art piece consisted of his point of view, painting on a half filled canvas by a man sitting on a steady stool in the distance, writing in a scruffy journal with the rays of a blooming sun blessing his skin. And the man was no one but Park Jimin himself.

Yoongi tightly held his tote bag as he let out a sigh, staring into the focused eyes of Jimin. Perhaps he could never see Jimin again.

As he was so captivated by the spell of the unmoving writer, he hadn't realised the leathery footsteps that echoed around the hall, knocking themselves against the wooden floor, until they stood next to the pair of dirty white sneakers.

"They say, 'if an artist ever falls in love with you, know that you can never die ever again.' But I say, if an artist falls in love with you, you will become the muse that breathes life into every stroke of their pen, the melody that dances through each verse of their poetry, and the eternal flame that illuminates the canvas of their soul."

The artist's heart jumped up in the air as he instantly recognised who's voice that was and where this quote was originally taken from.

It was the most famous quote from his book, also called 'My Love, My Muse.'

With parted lips and a rapidly beating heart, the artist's head gradually turned towards the writer and he met Jimin's crescent moon eyes that were lit up with a million stars.

"I didn't know you would be the remarkable artist I always admired from afar, Yoongi-sii."

A smile that could barge into my heart and take ownership over my life line would thrash my guts with a million butterflies and boggle my brain worse than any puzzle.

Reddening, Yoongi looked away towards the painting, a subtle smile creeping its way up to his burning face. "And I didn't know you'd come to be the writer that casts a spell upon my head, making me flip through pages I'd never bother looking at, Jimin-sii," he attempted to sound poetic, trying to impress the experienced writer.

His classic chuckle resonated as his eyes twinkled with fondness. "What if I become the same writer that casts a spell upon your heart as well?"

Their eyes colidded once again, but so did their hearts. "Then I'll make you my muse; that gives my insignificant paintings a meaning: love."

Perhaps it was from then on that Yoongi began his longest, infinite new painting and Jimin began his new novel, that would never have an ending to it. 

 

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