You looked at the old paintings of him.
You just couldn't bring yourself to sell them. You remembered pouring your heart into those paintings.
You slid your finger across it. Remembering all the memories of the both of you. "We were in love. But in the end it never did work out."
You sighed and covered the paintings once more.
Why did I bother coming into this room? You thought
You exited the room and locked the door. Locking the old memories up again. It's been 3 years and you still couldn't forget him. He was a huge part of your life. He made your life more amusing and adventurous.
But you both had dreams. He wanted to be an idol and you an artist. He had his problems and you had yours.
Apparently you were too far gone for him to save you. But you knew in your gut that he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to you once he got accepted into BigHit. So he broke your heart. You didn't despise him for that. But you were devastated that you couldn't be besides him while he achieved his dream.
Sometimes you thank him for leaving you. You wouldn't be who you are today.
(Y/N)(Y/L/N) a world renown artist.
You walked to your other studio and looked at the blank canvas. You puffed out a breath. Lately you couldn't think of what to paint. Nothing inspired you.
You were invited to show one of your pieces at the Opera Gallery. Although you could've picked one of your old pieces you wanted to create a more new and unique one.
You twirled on the stool and looked out the window. It was a cloudy day. It was perfect. You decided to go out to get some ideas.
You walked out of the studio and headed for the living room. You put your shoes on, grabbed your coat, keys and left.
As you explored the streets of Gangnam-gu you stumbled upon Cheongdam Park. You sat on a nearby bench and admired the scenery.
At this very moment you wished you had your sketch book. You admired the scenery for a little more before putting in your earphones and walking through the park. While walking along a trail you couldn't help but reflect upon your life and how it's turned out so far.
//f l a s h b a c k//
You and taehyung were having a blast bowling and goofing off. He kept on distracting you while it was your turn to hit the pins. You rolled the bowling ball but unfortunately it slightly curved and you only hit 2 pins. He laughed and clapped his hands like a seal.
"Y/N you're really bad at bowling!" He said while sticking his tongue out
You socked his shoulder "Hey! I'm not bad at bowling you distracted me!"
He grabbed onto his shoulder and faked to be hurt. "Ow, that hurt." He said and gave you a sad face.
You quickly grabbed another bowling ball and went again without his consent. This time you made a strike. "YES! I got a strike!" You cheered
Taehyung pouted and whined like a child. "Hey! It was my turn! That's not fair!"
After another round of bowling the both of you decided to watch a movie together. You walked down the streets of Daegu chatting and laughing away.
Although you knew you liked each other, you guys never confessed.
//p r e s e n t//
Now you're an artist. You've achieved your dream and doing what you love. You had everything you've ever wished for. A good job, good salary, and good living style. But you couldn't help but feel alone and empty.
Sure you had family and friends but you always felt alone. Even when there's people around you, you cant help but feel alone. When you painted you always put your emptiness into your pieces.
You quickly came to a halt "THAT'S IT!!" You yelled earning you glances from people enjoying their time in the park.
You quickly apologized and rushed home. You unlocked the door and ran to your studio. You sat on your stool, grabbed a brush and started to paint your idea.
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Endure; taehyung
FanfictionYou're an artist, he's an idol Taehyung x reader [ON HOLD]