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Be My Muse (YoonSeok) (Part 1)

*Warning*

Contains:
Artist Yoongi
Muse Hoseok
Short chapter
Edited (thankfully)
Two Parter

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Yoongi's POV

I wipe the sweat beading at the top of my forehead as I finish signing another piece for my art gallery. I was a famous painter, well known for my paintings of scenic landscapes but I do portraits from time to time. I sigh fix up my stuff, and let me tell you it was a lot. I really have to invest on a portable painting set because this was inconvenient and heavy

I grab hold of my heavy mess of an acrylic paint case and haul it all up inside my house which wasn't far from where I chose to paint. I come back from my house to get the easel and canvas but I was shocked to see a boy around my age, completely stunned as he observed the painting further

I quietly walk up the hill and once I was directly behind the boy I gave a soft cough. He jumped backwards which took me by surprise but I was quick to make a move to catch him before he fell. As he landed into my arms his tightly shut eyes soon fluttered open to reveal delicious chocolate brown eyes. I wasn't even able to comprehend what I had uttered when I said these words

"Be my muse"

He looks at me baffled and moved to stand back up but failed miserably since he fell right back into my arms. I help him stand up and let him gain his composure

"I am standing in front of the Min Yoongi. Am I dreaming?" He asks and I laugh halfheartedly at this. I give his arms a tight squeeze and a simple shake

"Is this good enough proof that you aren't dreaming? Now what are you doing this deep into this meadow?" I ask him, because this wasn't a place you'll be just looking for. As he was still confused I took this time to observe his feature

He had a long face, absolutely pretty eyes, the perfect nose, slightly wavy but kempt hair and oh God the lips that I would just love to kiss. I waited for his answer as time was passing by the minute

"I... Don't know, but all I remember was trusting my senses when I got lost in those woods" he says to me making me give him a confused look as I ushered him to follow me back to the house since he kind of seems dazed, the easel and canvas completely forgotten. Eh, it's not like it's gonna rain today, I feel it in my bones and my senses have never been wrong

"So how do you know about me?" I ask him to fill the void of silence that was starting to become more awkward on my side. He looks at me with yet again another baffled look and clears his throat

"Is that even a question at this point Sir. Yoongi? You're one of the most famous artists of the century and many people look up to you for inspiration. Your paintings are the the most amazing pieces of art I've ever seen in my life, there's only one thing that can top those off though" he says to me, which immediately catches my attention, maybe this'll be a great push towards a better view on my paintings

"And what is that might I ask?" I ask him as I hand him a cup of cold milk from the fridge, to which he took from my hand happily

"The artist behind these paintings is the most handsome, nice, and very artistically knowledgeable if I do say so myself" he says to me, making me blush an almost unnoticeable light shade of pink. I smirk at him and stood right in front of him

"Okay... So what if the artist tells you that he thinks you're an absolutely gorgeous masterpiece that should be put on an art gallery?" I ask him coyly, playing along with his pitiful joke