𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐤𝐭𝐡

하나 : one

❝Wow, all your paintings seem to be about this one girl❞ Namjoon mused, his eyes scanning the paintings that filled the small room they were in.

Taehyung pursed his lips, gaze steadily following Namjoon's ❝Yeah.. I kinda found it a hobby to paint her❞

Jimin turned to him ❝Is it a girl you've met before? A random pretty face you saw somewhere?❞

Taehyung shook his head. His gaze dropping to the ground ❝Sadly, no. I just imagined her❞

His friends nodded, continuing to admire the different paintings of some girl who, apparently, came from Taehyung's imagination.

❝So when are you gonna put your art on display? Or for sale?❞ Yoongi grinned mischievously. It had always been Yoongi-hyung who encouraged Taehyung to paint. Even though Taehyung originally wanted to be a farmer, Yoongi convinced him that because his skill and talent was amazing, he would be able to profit off of something he enjoyed doing while he was bored.

Eyes moving to his fiddling hands, Taehyung shrugged ❝Maybe next week. I'm not sure yet❞

❝Okay. But if you are going to display them, you must call us. I really like that one❞ Jungkook pointed to the large painting behind Taehyung.

Taehyung turned to see one of his favorite paintings. It was a painting of the girl he always painted. She was dancing in an olden day time setting ball room. She had a long baby pink gown that was swaying in motion as she twirled. Her curly hair hung freely, and her dark skin glowed

❝Yeah, but they're not on display yet❞ Taehyung then turned to the six boys who came to celebrate the completion of his art, his eyes gleaming with happiness.

❝Okay Taehyung, we hope you had a good time hanging out with us cause we really need to go❞ Seokjin spoke, his eyes still scanning the paintings that surrounded them.

Taehyung nodded understandingly ❝Thank you guys for coming over❞

❝No problem man, anytime❞ Hoseok cheered as they all hugged and bid Taehyung goodbye

As soon as they left, Taehyung turned to look at all of the art he created. He loved his work so much he couldn't bear to sell them

Why had he lied and told his friends he would?

He didn't understand himself.