FINGERPAINT || VKOOK

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Chapter one:
Saxophones and Bars
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The intoxicating scent of cheap beer and alcohol wafted around the place, as a male entered the bar. Draped in a magenta pantsuit, he held a black case in his right hand. Maroon fedora sat comfortably on his head; a pair of purple-tinted glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

The bar was filled with tons of people, most of them there to drink away their worries. The hour was such, after all.

"This place never really does get any better." The male sighed, walking up to the bartender.

"Kim! Ma man! How's life been this past week?"

The male in reference to simply shrugged his shoulders, grabbing a drink that was left there by some stranger who had been there before him. You couldn't possibly blame him for being both thirsty and broke.

"Seemingly better than yours." He stated, taking a sip of the beverage in the glass. Almost instant regret washing over, he spat the contents back into the glass. "Fuck. What the hell is in this thing!?"

"The only thing I can say, is that Mr. Choi was here. Figure the rest out yourself."

Taehyung shot a glare at the male, deeply offended by the fact that he hadn't given him any form of warning. Seeing that it was almost time for his shift, he chose to let the contents of the glass trickle down the face of the male before him.

"Kim Taehyung. You are in so much trouble for this!"

"Wouldn't have done it if I'd not known, Hobi."

Saying so, he hopped off the barstool and made his way to the makeshift stage at one corner of the room. The bar was a rather run down one, but the cheapest one in town so people still chose to come around. The male had been working his shift there every weekend. Though he would've preferred not to, it was the fastest way to earn. Especially since drunk people tended to tip generously.

Walking up to the stage, he sat on one of the two stools available. He then placed the case he'd been holding the entire time on the other stool. The regular routine of positioning the microphone took place, until it seemed to be just in the right place.

"Testing, testing. One, two, three." He began, inhaling deeply before continuing. "Hello there, my fellow drinking... people. It's me. Again. Fifth time here... I think. Been doing this for two months now... Hello? Are you guys even-"

"That was my last sip!" Came a shout from the far left corner.

With all the drunken fights and squabbles taking place, few had taken notice of his presence. It had always been this way. Taehyung smiled to himself, giving up on trying to get the attention of the crowd through his little talk. Shaking his head at the awkwardness of his situation, the male leaned forward to unlock his case. Bringing out his polished, piece of art instrument from its case, he planted a soft kiss on  the golden surface.

"Let's do this, Dahla."

The drunken fights all but came to a stop at the first key played by the male. He was indeed known for having the ability to captivate anyone who he'd play for. There was a reason he did this every weekend. People loved hearing him play and when drunk, the music he produced sounded all the more lovely.

"He sure knows his way around the sax." Hoseok chuckled, pouring whiskey into the glass of some random stranger who had just entered.

"He does."

Every other person had been entranced by the way he played. His elegant, long fingers brushed over the keys, the unique fusion of brass and woodwind creating an electrifying vibrato and capturing the hearts of many. As he continued filling the room with his music, Taehyung cranked an eye open to take a look at the people around. Other than Hoseok refilling glasses, and a middle aged couple squabbling in the back, almost everyone had their eyes glued to him.

To say he enjoyed the attention would be an understatement. It was always fun seeing people entranced by his play. Continuing with his music, the male got up to his feet and walked around the room. He'd attached a can to his side, and smiled to himself as he heard the soft thuds of paper bills falling into it.

And just like that, hours flew by. Many choosing to stay and listen while others left the bar. People came and went, and that continued on. The male had gotten down to playing his last piece for the night when for some odd reason, he'd lost his footing. He stumbled forward a bit, before loosing his balance altogether.

The mouthpiece of his saxophone dug into the male's chest, the impact of the fall rendering him breathless. He lay on the ground, and gasped for air, his vision turning into a blurry haze.

Out of nowhere, a drunk man stood from his seat and approached the male. Relief flooded through him at the thought of having someone help him. His hope had been crushed completely though, when the male all but kicked him. Hard.

Taehyung clutched onto his side, gasping for air.

"Why'd you stop playin' ya ninny? That li'el fall leave ya breathless?"

Just then, another kick hit him from behind and before he knew it, kicks where being sent towards him from all directions. One couldn't blame the people though. They were drunk and not in their right senses. After the multiple blows and kicks he'd received, Taehyung found himself slowly losing conscience. 

Few seconds before he'd completely passed out, he saw a figure pushing past the crowds. Hoseok's face popped up in front of him, his lips moving but not a sound being uttered. His eyes, slowly began to shut and his mind clouded up. Before he passed out though, not really aware of who was holding him, he uttered the only thing that he could've possibly thought of.

"Took you long enough, damn horse."

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Yeah. So I decided to rewrite the whole thing since I didn't know where the previous plot was headed.

Here's hoping that this version will have some form of direction.

Author T

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