finding jupiter ° taekook

two

CHAPTER TWO

It took roughly a week to finally obtain Taehyung's phone number — the boy gets around. We stayed in the art studio, which was left unoccupied, besides the residing paint staining the cabinets around us. Taehyung sat a football field away, phone in his palm, flipping in his hand. His head spun around, eyes circling the whole place up and down before landing on me. Words sat on my tongue, a bitter taste, but I couldn't get them out.

"So," I hear his voice boom, "Why'd you pick art?" Taehyung is taking his chair, hands locked under the bottom, and scooting closer to me. The silence settles in as he waits for me to answer while the chair under him makes scratches on the floor. He's sitting close now, our knees are touching and I can smell his cologne radiating in waves. His brown eyes are patient, awaiting before he can cannonball another question.

"I..." I'm picking at the seams of my shirt, while my feet slide across the floor. Back and forth. Back and forth. "I think it was after some art show, I was so obsessed with the paintings...I-I wanted to live in them."

He's nodding his head, I'm thinking of a you're so weird kind of nod, but it's not, it's sincere.

Taehyung is picking at the dried azure paint on the metal of his chair. I'm sure he showed up here in hopes I'd draw him, in an aura of all the hues of red. But I haven't drawn in months, and he's not much of a muse either.

"Why'd you pick astronomy?" My voice comes out louder than intended. My face is a burning shade of 'sorry didn't mean to yell at you.' But he chuckles in response and the warmth of the sun is breaking through the windows at his laughs.

"I've always wanted to know more about space." His features snap in sudden realization as he says, "oh! Look at what I found last night!"

He produces another ordinary rock from his back pocket and tosses it to me. It looks no different than the red one sitting on top of my dresser, except this one doesn't have a red hue (or any other hue for that matter).

"Space garbage. They're everywhere, and everyone just walks by them all the time." I reach my arm out to hand it back, but Taehyung stays relaxed in his chair. "You can keep it."

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After a few failed attempts of setting up the easel display (which, by the way, only lead Taehyung to laugh so I might have been doing it on purpose) — I am finally sitting in front of the canvas. Taehyung stands behind it, examining every single cabinet and paint brush he passes. His footsteps are striding closer and closer to the stand, before he sits down on the stool.

"So...are you going to draw me naked or what?"

My head snaps up from the wooden legs of the easel, my face burning. My eyes are popping out of their sockets and despite my attempts of hiding behind the canvas, I know Taehyung can see. A moment later, he lets out a mountainous laugh but my body is on fire. I can't even hold the pencil without my hand wavering.

"Seriously, how should I sit?" I peek at Taehyung, who is sitting with his hands on his lap, staring at his legs like he doesn't know where to place them.

I lean back and examine him, placing my pencil between my lips. I examine the broadness of his shoulders, how he draws them back and his head forward — leaning his elbows on his knees and stares back at me. He draws an eyebrow up, shifting his weight to his left arm and using the other to wave it in between us. I realize then that I'm gaping at him, completely ignorant to the question he asked me.

"U-uh, just sit however you'd like," I reply, the wooden pencil falling from my lips. What's with me today? Taehyung shifts and sits cross-legged on the chair. "Okay, stay just like that." He nods his head and freezes in his spot. Picking​ my pencil back up, and from there, I'm drawing with water. It comes so naturally. After months, I am finally able to break my hands free of the brick they were cemented to — all because of the boy sitting behind the easel.

I am able to finish a light sketch of Taehyung before we leave the art classroom. He is drawn holding his space garbage rock as all the space clusters envelope him. Now, we exit the building as the trees sway in the wind. The sun is close to setting, with shadows hiding behind the campus buildings. We're immersed in the tangerine sky as we walk side by side. In the daytime, Taehyung and I are the same height.

"Favorite planet?" I ask. We're sitting on the grass and I'm tossing the ordinary rock up in the air and watching it as it drops back down. Taehyung is laying on the pasture, in the middle of the football field with his hands tucked under his head. I've been trying my hardest to distract myself from looking at his arms.

He thinks for a minute before saying, "Jupiter. What's yours?" 

"Mars." The rock shoots up. And lands back in my palm. "The fire planet." 

A kindle rests in my heart to draw him and before I can question the feeling, I'm already getting my sketchbook and supplies from my bag, aware of Taehyung tilting his head to examine my actions.

"Are you drawing me again?" I look up. He's blushing. Blushing. My heart picks up pace at how adorable he looks; his lips parted and slightly puffy, eyes wide in wonderment, his hair dancing with the wind. I can't even muster out a single word, the pencil in my hand sketching him, but not even a drawing from Da Vinci could do him justice — so I just nod. I can see from my the corner of my eye that he's smiling, turning his head to the sky and grinning straight to the sun.

"You're very strange, Jeongguk, but I like it."

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