Inspiration|| vkook

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Jungkook finally got into his room after a long day of doing nothing. He threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Blank and white

He got up and set up a canvas

Blank and white

"uggghhh" He grabbed his hair and sat there in silence.

Taehyung walked into his apartment with an anxious look on his face. All day he had been playing horrible music to mindless people and he just NEEDED to play something with taste.

He brewed his usual black coffee, sat at his small keyboard, and switched it on.

A true artist is not one who is inspired 

But one who inspires others

Jungkook finally sat up and stared at the canvas, its sheer whiteness mocking his abilities. Just as he was about to give up for the night, he heard sound coming from another room. He listened closer....a piano. How beautiful the way it was played. Jungkook had never heard anything like it. It echoed perfectly all throughout the apartments, sounding like some kind of dream. Was it a dream? It made him feel warm inside, the melodies so mesmerizing it was almost as if it was taking over his whole body. 

Colorful...that was the word for it. It made the blank canvas look even more boring. That's when Jungkook had an idea. He grabbed as many paints as he could and then went back to his canvas. The beautiful piano still playing on, He closed his eyes and listened. He saw color with each hit of the key. Color he just couldn't believe was in his head.How did it get there?But he couldn't just leave it in his mind....no...no he needed to SEE it. To break the white void that was the canvas and stain it with what he felt.

He took his brush, and just let go. Let the music take over his body, let it control the movement of his brush. He closed his eyes...more color! Oh how happy he was to see color. He moved with the pace of the song, when it got faster, so did he. When it slowed down, his strokes did too. He worked with his eyes closed, only to see what colors to use next.

He was painting. He was actually painting. Was it a dream? Was this music he was hearing all just a figment of his imagination. He didn't care. He was painting. As the song progressed...more colors appeared. Jungkook had never experienced anything like this in his life. It was wonderful. He never wanted it to stop, he wanted to experience this moment forever. 

Just keep playing. Keep playing...

Suddenly it stopped, and the color Jungkook saw in his head slowly faded until it turned to black. He slowly opened his eyes to look at the canvas, and when he finally saw what he had created, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Taehyung, out of breath, stopped playing his keyboard. Panting, he sat there just looking at it, wondering what to do next.

I guess going to bed is the right thing to do

 He was worn out from playing keys all day, but also very glad that he did. Going to his room and laying down, he drifted away into sleep, dreaming about his music.