I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Taejin - I Miss You

Taehyung was lost in his painting, his brush gliding smoothly across the canvas as he added the final touches. His strokes were careful and delicate, almost reverent, as if he were afraid to disturb the image coming to life before him. When he finished, he set the brush aside and took a step back, gazing at the portrait. The person in the painting held his heart in ways words could never capture. He had poured every emotion, every longing and joy, into this creation.

As he stood there, immersed, he heard the door to his art studio creak open. He turned, and his heart nearly skipped a beat-walking toward him with that radiant smile was the angel he'd painted, the man he'd loved with every fiber of his being: Seokjin.

"Missed me?" Seokjin asked softly, his voice like a balm to Taehyung's soul.

Taehyung took a step closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull. He reached out, brushing his hand against Seokjin's cheek, savoring the warmth beneath his fingertips. "Always," he whispered.

Seokjin chuckled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Taehyung's nose. His fingers slipped through Taehyung's hair, tugging affectionately. "You've grown your hair," he noted with a soft smile. "I like it."

Taehyung smiled, his heart pounding as he held Seokjin's hand. "I did it for you," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Trying to impress me, Mr. Kim?" Seokjin teased, arching an eyebrow with that familiar playful glint.

"Is it working, Mr. Kim?" Taehyung replied, matching his tone with a flirtatious grin.

Seokjin hummed, pretending to think. "Hmm... not quite. You should try harder."

Smiling, Taehyung gently took Seokjin's hand and led him over to the painting. He wanted Seokjin to see how he truly saw him-the beauty, the kindness, the love that had filled his world.

When Seokjin looked up at his own portrait, his eyes widened, and Taehyung could see the glimmer of emotion in them.

Standing behind him, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Seokjin's waist and kissed his neck softly. "How about now?" he whispered, voice laced with tenderness. "Is it working now, Mr. Kim?"

Seokjin leaned back into Taehyung's embrace, a soft smile gracing his lips. "You always paint me more beautifully than I am," he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the painting.

"I try," Taehyung admitted, closing his eyes as memories flooded his mind. "But nothing can ever capture the real beauty you hold."

His thoughts drifted back to the very first time he'd seen Seokjin, a memory as vivid as if it were yesterday...

The art class had already begun, and Taehyung was absorbed in the lecture when suddenly, the door flew open. In came a boy, breathless, panting, and sheepishly holding his knees as he caught his breath. The teacher crossed his arms, frowning at the disruption.

"You're late," the teacher said sternly.

The boy straightened up, slightly flustered, his cheeks flushed from running. "I'm so sorry, sir! My alarm didn't ring, and then I remembered I forgot to set it last night, and I even got lost on my way here," he rambled, then added with a cheeky smile, "But on the bright side, I think I lost a bit of weight running here!"

The class burst into laughter, Taehyung included, and even the teacher's stern expression softened. With a sigh, the teacher gestured for him to find a seat. "Just... take a seat, and don't be late again."

Seokjin bowed gratefully, and the only empty seat happened to be right next to Taehyung. Taehyung found his gaze following Seokjin as he made his way over, something inexplicably drawing him to this charming, slightly flustered boy.

"Hi, I'm Seokjin," he introduced himself with a small wave once he was seated.

Taehyung blinked, snapping back to reality, and cleared his throat. "Taehyung," he replied, managing a shy smile.

They shared a quick smile before focusing on the teacher, but Taehyung couldn't help sneaking glances at Seokjin throughout the class. It was as if something between them had clicked that day, sparking the beginning of a love that soon blossomed, growing deeper with each passing moment. Three years ago, they'd married, starting a life filled with laughter, warmth, and shared dreams.

But that warmth had faded, replaced by a chill that crept into Taehyung's bones as he returned to the present. His arms, which once held Seokjin, were empty, and the familiar scent of his cologne was gone. Eight months ago, his angel had been taken from him in a car accident, leaving only memories and the ache of loss in Taehyung's heart.

As he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the painting, no longer wrapped in Seokjin's embrace. The realization hit him like a wave, and he sank to his knees, his vision blurring with tears. All he had left was this portrait-an echo of the love he once held in his arms.

"I miss you," he whispered, his voice breaking, a fragile plea into the silence.