^Jimin's painting
The art show wasn't in a normal, boring, white-walled building. It was in a sandstone, mahogany detailed hall. Normally rented out for dances and auctions. Not really the place for an art show. But Jungkook had thought so, something about the shimmering chandeliers and the Anatolian rugs were enchanting. Candles were set up all over the floors and tables, champagne sat waiting for people to grab the glasses.
Jungkook watched over all the guests, hidden in a balcony above. They swarmed from art piece to art piece. Jungkook had chosen all the artists, ones he thought had something to say and ones he thought were overlooked. They all stood by their art, chests puffed and wearing their best clothes.
His personal favorite artist was Park Jimin, a surrealist who values color and shape. It was eye catching, and so was he, Jungkook had to admit.
"Jungkook? Shouldn't you make an appearance?" said Chris, his bodyguard.
"Oh, right yes." Jungkook nodded, grabbed his jacket and headed towards the stairs. There are three things Jungkook hates:
1. Public speaking. Not because he's nervous or scared, he could care less about that the people were thinking. He just thinks there are better ways to present things. 2. Heights, it always reminded him of that one night, years ago. And it reminds him of how fragile he is, how fragile the human body is. 3. Microwaves. He will never elaborate on this subject.
So, when the announcer, who had already disrespected him by not bowing by his appearance, hands him a microphone he drops it and walks away.
He hears Chris behind him, apologizing and chasing after Jungkook. "Don't be so mean."
"Stop being so nice." Jungkook retorted, his eyes set on Park Jimin.
Jimin looked up, he'd been focused on his phone. "Jungkook? Oh my god, hi." Jimin blushed and waved his hands excitedly, bowing low before stranding straight again.
"No need for bowing, I'm simply here to here to examine your work." Jungkook gave him a light smile.
"Of course. I'm so thankful that you personally requested me, it's such an honor." He grinned brightly, like a sun. He was so positive, and all that came out of his mouth was praise. Jungkook liked people more original. "Oh, there you guys are. Yoongi! Lix! Tae, over here!"
He turned; these must be Jimin's friends. Were they fellow artists?
The first boy Jungkook's eyes saw had cat eyes and a strong frown, he wore a tan outfit and had long hair falling in his eyes. The second one was blond, with freckles and big brown eyes. The third one had dark curly hair and a big smile.
"Jungkook, this is Yoongi, Felix and Taehyung. Guys, this is Jeon Jungkook." Jimin smiled.
His eyes fell on that cat boy, Yoongi. His eyes were searching for a drink, head craned for the champagne glasses. "Over to your right, Yoongi."
He looked up at the rich man, Yoongi's skin looked like it was glowing. His lips parted with surprise, landing on Jungkook. "Thanks, Mr., Jeon." And he walked off, a flare in his step. No praise. No smile.
"Would you like some brownies?" Felix hopped up to the ravenette, a big smile on his face. He held a tin decorated in hearts.
"Are they laced?" He looked at the blond.
Jimin laughed, making ravenett look up at him. His smile dropped. "Sorry sir, it's just so unlike Felix to ever do something like that. He's a baker, not a drug dealer."
"Ah. Apologies." JK nodded to Felix and take a brownie. They were delicious, and then smiled at Felix. "I need you at my next event. Chris, get all of their details. I need to do something." He turned and walked away.
"Sir---uh." Chris turned back to the boys, more concerned about me being attacked. Not many people even knew Jungkook's name. He would hardly get attacked.
His eyes wandered, seeing the art, the people, artists, and a masterpiece. Yoongi stood at the bar; his hand raised for a drink. The bartender was ignoring him as he craned over the table. Jungkook walked up behind him, and tugged on the back of his jacket, making sure he didn't fall.
JK whistles, making the bartender look over at the pair. His eyes widened, and he dropped what he was doing to come over and attend to them. But only ever looking at Jungkook, completely ignoring Yoongi right next to him.
"Hello sir, how can I help?"
"The usual and....?" He looked down at the ethereal boy.
"Whatever he's getting" Yoongi nodded, and took a seat at the bar, staring into a candle not far away and not continuing a conversation. "Thanks."
"Remind me of your name again?" Jungkook asks, wanting him to say it.
"Yoongi." He takes the glass and holds it up to his mouth. His adams apple bobs, the candlelight glowing on his neck. He catches JK staring. "Okay, what do you want, pretty boy? I don't need your help with a drink."
"Pretty boy? Wow, I have a name, you know? And, also, you did." Jungkook gives him a grin and he takes a sip of his own drink.
He rolled his eyes. "And what's your name again? Please, remind me."
"Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you." The short haired man held out a hand. Yoongi took it, and JK turned it and kissed his hand lightly, noticing scars on his hands. Yoongi quickly pulled his hand away; he wasn't enjoying this.
"Did you come with a date? Was it the brownie boy, he doesn't seem your type." Jungkook retracted his hand and leaned on his palm, watching the long-haired boy closely.
"No, I didn't come with a date. I was dragged here. Violently." Jungkook laughed, throwing his head back. Yoongi didn't find it so serious. "And Felix isn't my type."
"Who is?"
"You." He looked at Jungkook, voice low so no one else could hear as he leaned close. "You might be, if you were a bit nicer."
"Nicer?" Jungkook exclaims.
He winks at Jk, a smile on his face. Jungkook's shock was drained when he flashed that smile, a bright gummy smile. He blinked, clearing his head and watching as the cat-like boy walked off. "Thanks for the drink, pretty boy!"
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