「f.p | m.yg + p.jm」

two

Jimin's POV;

Here I am, standing in front of the tall building. My hand is placed on my forehead trying to block the sun from hitting my eyes, my eyes squinting while reading the sign above the building. It read,

Min's Art Studio.

I sighed when I realized my mom got mixed up between an art studio and an art school. I quickly took my phone out of my back pocket and texted my mom;

Me: There's a difference between an art school and an art studio.

I put my phone back in my pocket and started heading the front door, it was a glass door so I can see people running around with light brown aprons around them. I opened the door, the smell of fresh paints and clay filled the room. I went to the front desk, there was a guy sitting behind the table his eyes glued to the computer in front of him. He didn't notice I was there until I lightly tapped the wooden desk, "sorry I didn't see you there, hello I'm Hoseok and how may I help you?"

He smiled showing off his dimples, "Hi I'm Jimin, I think I called you yesterday night about this place". "Oh right, give me a sec" he replied, he bent down to find something under the desk and stood up when he find the object; it was the apron that everyone is walking around with.

"If you follow me, I'll be showing you where the drawing and the painting studio is at" He continued, walking out of the desk and heading to one of the hallways on the right. I followed him, I looked to my side to find different rooms; some were people creating clay models to some taking pictures of different objects in the room. The room were all designed different and each one had it's own uniqueness.

"Here we are" Hoseok spoke up, "Also here's your apron, you can take it home or leave it by your station". He handed me the apron then began walking back to his desk, i glanced inside the room to find people scattered everywhere. Some were talking to their partners, others were focusing on finishing their work.

I scanned the room to find an empty seat in front of the window, which I guessed was my seat. I quietly walked to the seat, trying not to make any interactions whatsoever. I wore my apron and sat down, beside me was a table with different art materials. I picked up a random pencil I found and moved back in front of the canvas.

I stared at it for a bit not knowing what to draw, blocking out all of the noise when everything turned dark. I lifted my head up to find a figure standing behind the canvas, blocking the sun.

"Hello, I'm Min Yoongi"