Kim Taehyung finds himself caught in a summer lovin' while exploring the beautiful Italian city of Florence, but his situation's a little more complex and complicated, confusing him about his decisions and actions later on. What will he do at the en...
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FIVE Midsummer Madness
The kiss we shared from two days ago had ignited something between us which was so hard to put out. The universe should have intervened, should have reminded me of my phone and wallet I kept hidden in one of the bedside drawers I had in my hotel room because I was afraid Jin would find out I lied, but it didn't.
We continued to roam around the city of Florence on our sixth day like the couples walking and smiling as we people watch at Piazza Santa Croce, like the newlyweds sitting on the next table beside us as they enjoyed their glasses of spritz at the rooftop of LaTerrazza.
We also visited and climbed the steps of the Duomo, our hands finding their way into each other and intertwining like it was the most normal thing to do while we were exploring the church. After touring the Florence Cathedral, we strolled around the Via de' Tomabuoni and took painting classes on the streets.
I was painting dutifully, getting reacquainted with the feeling of the paintbrush touching the canvas, when Jin stood behind me. This made me anxious as Jungkook had always had something not nice to say about my artworks.
Jungkook was a great artist.
He was great at everything, period.
But his words were sometimes biting and harsh.
"Oh, wow." Jin whistled. "That's so beautiful, Taehyung-ah."
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I abruptly turned around to look at him, wanting to make sure he wasn't joking around. Jin was smiling as he continued to admire my artwork. "You... liked it?"
Jin looked at me incredulously. "Are you kidding me? It's fantastic!"
I turned back around, staring at my painted canvas, muttering, "I thought you would say it's ugly... and that it needs more... whatever techniques and shades and all that crap it lacks."
"Anyone can be an artist. Anyone can go to galleries and art exhibits where they can gawk or laugh at paintings and artworks they see, but only a few people can understand the depths of your creativity and imagination. Only a few people can admire your masterpieces because it takes more than expertise and passion to appreciate something. When you find them, then those are your people, and you should seriously keep them."
