BTS Scenarios

Blue

*A/N: The piece above is from an artist named David McCormack. 

All I see is her. 

A woman who is dressed in blue from head to toe, weeps to herself as she let her blue tear drops fall on her blue skin.

Before I stretch out my arm to reach her, she disappears like the wind. 

A sudden shrill awoke me. That was when I saw the grey ceiling above me. 

I turned off my alarm as a wave of emptiness washed over me. I realized it was all just a dream. She was non-existent. 

My morning routine was repetitive. The same damn thing over and over again in these godforsaken walls I call home. Doubt and anxiety fill my mind as I devour my waffles. 

I needed a new piece to show at the art exhibit, but nothing comes to mind. Plus, I'm running low on money. Painting is how I make a living. It's bad enough that I'm color blind too. 

I sat there staring at the blank canvas in front of me. As I feared the people's criticism, 'What if's' polluted my mind. 

"It must be perfect." "You call that art?" "Garbage." "No passion." "You'll get there someday."

I couldn't say anything back to those assholes because I needed a job. And money. All I could do was respond with a gentle smile or a small nod. Inside, I screamed at their faces. 

These words were played on repeat in my mind. I dipped my brush onto the palette, and let my hand guide it on the canvas. 

With each stroke, a picture was born, but it wasn't enough. I ran my hand through my hair at the stress of painting. Don't get me wrong, I love painting. I just hate that it takes hours to complete. 

After multiple trials and errors, I finally created a masterpiece - a masterpiece that blared with rage, sadness, complication, and other unexplainable feelings that brewed within me. 

It was in the shade of blue - the only color I could see. The strands of hair, the complexion of her skin; It was too good to be true.

After I signed my name at the bottom right corner, she was done. She was ready to be shown to the world. A real smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the spitting image of the blue woman from my dream. Her piercing, soulless eyes bore into mine like she did in my dream. Unreadable and mysterious that woman was. 

The nameless lady who I, Jeon Jungkook, have fallen for. 

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"What a beautiful painting! You are using God's gift well, young man," the wealthy, middle-aged man exclaimed as he observed my painting. I replied back with a 'thank you' and a small bow. 

I exhaled nervously, and let my eyes wander around the room. Every wall in the room was filled with exquisite pieces made by artists, who are the opposite of me. I'm not talented. I was just lucky. 

I gathered myself, and cleared my throat as other people walked towards my painting. They stood there and observed my painting while paying no attention to me. This is going to be one long night. I hope somebody buys my painting.

After numerous compliments and criticism, there was only a few more minutes left until the auction. Before I made my way to my seat, a familiar figure sauntered towards my direction. My eyes widen at the sight. The color blue blinded me. 

She's real. 

The blue woman stopped in front of me and stared into my eyes. A small smile appeared on her face. She was gleaming with happiness. 

I looked around to see if anybody noticed the blue woman, but no one bats an eye. Only I can see her.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I questioned, but the blue woman gave no response. 

The blue woman began to lean in. "Wha-what are you doing?" I was on edge, but I calmed down when she cupped my cheek with her soft hand. She came closer and closer until there was no more space between us. My breath hitched at the back of my throat as I can finally see her features clearly. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes which was as blue as the sea, gazed into my boring, brown orbs.

A pair of lips crashed against mine. With no hesitation, I kissed her back and pulled her closer. I wish this moment could last forever. Unfortunately, it didn't.

The blue woman pulled away, and caressed my cheek once more. Tenderly, she whispers in my ear. 

"Thank you for freeing me." 

Suddenly, I felt two hands on my chest which pushed me unto my painting behind me. All I saw was her angelic face, staring down at me. All that surrounded me was the color blue. I was falling. I stretched out my arm to reach her, but alas. 

With a sudden thud, I woke up on the floor of my bedroom. Realization hit me as I raced to the painting of her. Thoughts filled my mind with every step. What does this all mean?

When I reached the canvas, I expected to see her there. But, she wasn't there anymore. 

All I saw was blue.