ART - vmon; yoonseok

morning

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The late summer sun beamed it's golden rays early on a Monday morning catching a room adorned with numerous art supplies, piles of  finished and unfinished sketches covering the floor and walls, and paint cans thrown haphazardly in the corner. The bed was already empty, it's gray sheets thrown back carelessly. A clock stood on the dresser, it's red analog numbers shining as the alarm finally sounded.

Taehyung walked into his room, adjusting his light blue, shortsleeve button down shirt, as he turned off his alarm. He had woken up early slightly excited and terribly anxious about the start of his sophomore year of college. He was getting a new art teacher, one that was to be the best in Seoul, possibly Korea and it had Taehyung on edge. He wanted to impress his new teacher, he didn't want to fail. Sighing, he adjusted the belt on his faded gray jeans, pulling a red beanie over his hair. Taehyung grabbed his bag and phone before knocking on Jimin and Jungkook's room. The two always took forever to get ready, always laying in the bed, whispering nothings to each other as if they had nothing to do today.

Taehyung went to the kitchen in their shared apartment grabbing a bottled ice tea out the refrigerator and a blueberry poptart, before sitting down at the dining table, pulling out his sketch book to pass the time.

Before he knew it, a pair of plump pink lips, hooded eyes, and a shock of hair, suspiciously shaded to seem grey, had taken form on Taehyung's paper. He stared at it confused. He hadn't intended to draw him, yet somehow he had creeped into his thoughts. Taehyung closed his sketch but the man still invaded his thoughts.

When Taehyung started working on Star Gazer about a month and a half ago, he had discovered the quaint little place that was known as Inkology. He was passing by to get to Sweet Tooth when he noticed the beautiful drawings plastered on the wall. He had never seen such intricate tattoos before. Each one was created with such delicacy and attention that Taehyung couldn't help but stop and look.

Of course, after a while, he kept coming for another reason.

About two weeks in he felt eyes on him. At first he thought it was the girl that worked in the shop, but he soon found out the lady was rather annoyed with his presence. However, one day he had seen a sliver of silver hair cross his vision. The owner of the hair had been able to avoid Taehyung's sight, nothing ever being reveiled except that shock of hair , and Taehyung had been determined to find out who the person was.

Now I wish I hadn't.

Ever since that night, the boy had been visiting him in his dreams, haunting him in his walking hours, even distracting him from painting. He seemed to be a little older then Taehyung, with beautiful, obviously skilled hands, a breathtaking smile, soft light tan skin, probably soft to the touch-

Taehyung was, thankfully, interrupted from his thoughts when a door opened, revealing Jungkook and Jimin, laughing over one of their many jokes and bringing life back to the space. Taehyung stood up quickly, making sure his sketch book was secured safely in his bag.

"Tae. You ready to go?" Jungkook asked, also grabbing a tea from the fridge and a water for Jimin. Taehyung scoffed, ears turning a light pink as he headed toward the door.  He felt like he was caught doing an embarrassing act. He shook his head, not bothering to remind Jungkook that he was the one that was late.

One too many people were occupying his mind.

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An alarm went off in a small room on the other side of town. Various clothes and shoes were strung all over the floor, clean and dirty. A small desk was shoved in a corner, paper covering every surface of it, pouring out the drawer, and littering the floor. In the other corner was an unmoving shapeless heap on top of a well used mattress and box spring. The ringing alarm did nothing to startle the bundle of sheets, instead encouraging the mass to bury even further under the covers. After a while, a tall male with light orange hair and soft lips entered the room, turning off the alarm and shaking the other sleeping male.

"Yoongi," he said, now using both hands to shake his friend's shoulders, "Yoongi! Come on wake up you gotta catch the bus. I told you not to stay up with me." Yoongi gave an unsatisfied humph before turning away from his friend, snuggling back under the covers. The male sighed, leaving the room only to come back with a high pitched ringer. He held it somewhat close to Yoongi's ear and pushed the button.

Yoongi jerked and covered his ears, rolling off his bed and right onto the cold, hard floor. When the slight ringing in his ears went away he opened his eyes and threw his pillow at the man, who had a triumphant grin on his face.

"Seokjin what the fuck?! Hell you get that from anyway?", he yelled, or tried to yell. His morning voice was dry and raspy, cracking when raised too high. Seokjin only laughed, twirling the ringer round in his hand before smoothing down Yoongi's bed head. Yoongi slapped his hand away, annoyed, before finally pulling himself off the floor. He stretched, his back arching, as he checked the clock. Fuck. He had to be at the bus stop at 6 and it was already 5:45. It took Yoongi at least 10 minutes to shower, how was he supposed to make it on time. He turned his attention to Seokjin.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" "That's not my job. I'm your friend, brother even, but not your maid. Now hurry up I'm not giving you a ride." And just like  that Seokjin walked out, leaving Yoongi scrambling for his towel and something to wear.

To put it simply, he missed the bus.

Yoongi had gotten in the shower, his playlist blasting from his speaker, his intentions purely to somehow take a 5 minute shower and feel clean, when his mind had floated to no other then Jung Hoseok. His ears turned pink on remembering their encounter, something he immediately ranted to Seokjin about when he had picked him up. He could still see that warm smile, feel his fingers wrapped securely around his wrist. Those damned butterflies creeped back into his stomach, reminding him he had, undeniably, the biggest crush on someone he could never have.

Of course, all this was interrupted when Seokjin bust in the door yelling his head off, ranting that Yoongi always missed the bus, and how his knob ankle ass was gonna be walking to the other side of town. Yoongi only laughed at Seokjin's empty threat, telling him it was so, only angering him more. That's what he gets, ringing that damn thing in his ear.

Now Yoongi was sitting in their small galley kitchen, his signature plaid button down thrown over a white tee and jeans with holes at the knees. Looking at his phone he saw one of his new professors had already assigned them an assignment. He clicked on it.

Hello Students taking Composition from Year 2 to Advanced Pro,

I am Lee Seonwoong, your new teacher at Korea National University of Arts. To start off the year, I, as well as the wonderful instructor of Dance ( the academy we have been selected to work with) Lee Taemin, have decided that instead of starting the collaboration piece in January we shall start today. The best from each of our respective academies shall do a collaboration . Students who are in Composition shall work with those in Dance to create and choreograph a dance track that showcases the pressures of being yourself. The best one will be performed at the Summer Jubilee....

Yoongi choked. No fucking way. He never got lucky like this. Yoongi was one of the best composers and producers of his year, top of the advanced pro class actually. The Fall Jubilee always crawled with companies looking for young talented producers, singers to make stars, portfolios to showcase in galleries, and dancers to make names for themselves outside of Korea. It was the Hunger Games of the University, and Yoongi was determined to win.

But more importantly, to Yoongi's, knowledge, Hoseok was the best dancer Lee Taemin ever had.

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