gone | kim taehyung

✽1.4✽

I woke up from my sleep, stretching out my arms above my head and yawning. The light outside was bright, indicating it was later than I thought. My eyes travelled to my phone, eager to check if I had any messages from Taehyung. When my eyes met the blank screen I frowned, slightly disappointed. I shook my head, he had no obligation to message me so why should I care? My hands combed through my still straight hair from the night before, a smile creeping to my lips thinking about it. My eyes peered out of the window and looked over to his window, only to be met with the back of his curtains. I sighed and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling out some clean clothes to change into.

I tied the slick dark hair into a high pony tail and grabbed a text book from the pile beside the door. Throwing it onto the bed, I sat down beside it and opened it to the last page I had been working on. Paper spilled out filled with notes and equations, a headache beginning to form at the sight of all the numbers and letters. My hand reached over to my phone, plugging in a pair of headphones and playing some soft piano compositions as I worked. I began studying, going over everything I had been jotting down in the classes. Ever since finding out about my illness I stopped caring about my grades or my results, it made no sense to me as I wouldn't ever be able to go to college or have a future anyway. But tests were soon and I needed to at least pass so I wouldn't have to retake them and waste even more of my time. My eyes looked over to the screen of my phone and checking the date, 194 days left. As the numbers got lower and lower a sense of nervousness seemed to come with them. The reality of dying was beginning to sink in, knowing it was inevitable. I took the pen I had been writing with and traced the numbers onto my palm, large and bold. My attention diverted back to the book, my eyes scanning the pages whilst I quickly wrote notes.

A loud chime interrupted the sound flowing through the headphones, causing me to jump. I looked down at the screen and noticed how long I had been studying for, not noticing how quickly the time had gone by. A message from Taehyung sat unread on the screen, causing a slight smile to unconsciously appear on my face. I picked up the phone and opened the message.

4:06pm

TaeTae 💗:
What are you doing rn?

Me:
Studying

TaeTae 💗:
Need saving?

Me:
Yes

TaeTae 💗:
I'll be over in 5

Me:
Wait what
[seen 4:08pm]

I rolled my eyes playfully and put my phone back down, grinning to myself. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, scanning my body up and down. I quickly applied a tinted lip balm to my lips, giving them a little colour. I tightened my hair so it looked cleaner and neater, tucking little loose strands away. I tugged down my jumper a little, the sleeves going slightly over my hands. I quickly moved my hands away, why was I trying to look good? A knock on the door stole away my attention, a wave excitement appearing knowing who it was. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, the tall boy standing outside smiling back at me. My eyes drifted down to a bag in his hand and back up to him, a questioning look on my face.
"What's that?" I asked, shutting the door behind him. He smirked as an answer and we both headed up to my room, me trailing after him. He sat down on the floor while I sat above him on the bed, my elbows propped up as I watched him sit. A smirk formed on his lips when he looked at me then down to his bag, his hands beginning to open it. He began unloading the contents, all of which sharing a common theme. Art supplies.
"Why do you have these?" I asked as I eyed the paints and brushes scattered on the floor.
"Well," he began, pulling out a large white canvas. "I see you do sketches all the time but I've never seen you paint something"
"So?" I said, watching him tip the rest of the stuff onto the floor.
"Lets paint" he said, grinning at me.

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We hung a blanket between us so we couldn't see the other persons painting until we were done. A frustrated groan came from the other side of the blanket causing me to chuckle at him.
"Can I see yours?" He asked, pulling away the blanket slightly to try and peek. I shielded the painting so he couldn't see causing him to frown.
"Not yet" I said, making him sigh and let the blanket fall again. A few minutes passed as I finished up the painting in my sketchbook, adding the last touches. I looked down at it as I put my brush in the pot of water.
"I'm done" I said, looking away from the sketchbook and up at the blanket.
"Me too" he said, the sound of paintbrushes tapping together lightly coming from his side of the blanket.
"I'll take down the blanket now okay?" I said, sitting on my knees to grab the corners of the blanket. He counted down and when he reached '1' I pulled it down, leaving out paintings on show.

(A/N: top painting is Taehyung's and bottom is Areums)

"You like Van Gogh?" I asked, staring at his painting admiringly.
"I saw a copy of his stuff in your sketchbook a while back and I liked it" he said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked up at my face and he began to laugh, causing me to become confused.
"What?" I asked, confused at his sudden outburst.
"You have paint on your face" he said, smirking at me. I lifted a hand up to my face quickly, laughing with him.
"Where?" I asked, my fingers blindly searching around my face.
"Here I'll do it" he said, edging closer as I nodded.

He shuffled over to my side, his body inches away from my own. His hand lifted up to my cheekbone, his finger gently grazing over it. A wave of tingles hit my skin as he touched it, sudden butterflies in my stomach. I watched him intently, my eyes locked on his as he brushed away the paint. His face was close enough to feel his warm breath tickling the hairs on my neck. He met my gaze and we looked at each other for a few seconds, both of us still and silent. His eyes travelled down to my lips, a wave of fear and anticipation growing in me as I watched his gaze. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, almost as if he was composing himself. When his eyes reopened they held mine for a second before he moved away, sitting back creating a distance between us. My gaze moved away, slightly embarrassed and sheepish.