BTS & TXT Imagines & Oneshots

Jungkook - Graffiti

-: Graffiti :-

Jungkook x Graffiti artist! Reader

BTS HighSchool AU

Words: 1.1k

Summary:
Being a secret graffiti artists has its perks... Like having a fan.

A/n:
OMG, he looks soooo cute in that pic above! 😆😣
My first OneShot of Kookie... I don't think my best work, but I hope it's good enough.

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I kept my head down as I walked down the hallways. I always tried to keep a low profile.

Never have I once bumped into somebody even though I walk with my head down. I kinda got used to it by then.

But that day, I bumped into someone. And not just anyone, I bumped into Jeon Jungkook. The guy I had held a slight crush on since I came here.

I blushed as my books nearly slipped from my hands. I clutched then tightly. pressing them against my chest. With my other hand, I covered my mouth to hide my blush.

"I- I am so sorry!" I mumbled. He just gave me his cute smile and shook his head.

"It's okay," he said gently. My heart melted at the soft voice and my face flamed up. He walked past me, continuing to talk with his friends. I sighed as I watched him walk away.

I can never talk to him like this.

Sighing again, I switched my books and quickly went to my next period, Algebra. Lunch was over anyway.

I sat down on my usual seat, the third bench. I pulled out my book and marked the page by putting my pen inside it.

I looked around as Jungkook came in. I tried to ignore him, when the girls in front of me caught my attention.

"Like, have you seen those paintings?" said one of them. "They are so cool! And motivating. Like, I love to walk past them when I go home."

"Yeah, they are beautiful," sighed another girl dreamily. "I wonder who draws them? What if it's a really cute guy?"

I snorted inwardly. I was not a really cute guy. Drawing on walls was vandalism, but not here. The walls that I drew over were open to it.

They were old and the paint on them was gone so it was allowed as long as it wasn't anything offending.

That was my relief place. Every friday night, when kids go for parties, I draw there. I wasn't so good before, but now it just comes to me naturally.

I looked at my watch. It showed the time, day and date. It was a friday today. I grinned as class started.

Today I was gonna have fun.

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My hand clasped tightly around my bag's handle. Metal clinks could be heard from the spray paint cans hitting each other lightly.

With my other hand, I pulled my black hoodie over my eyes some more. I was already wearing a mask - the mask that graffiti artists wear so that the paint won't be inhaled by them.

I reached the long wall. Most of it was covered by my drawings already. Small quotes and drawings filled the old wall, making it look new and colourful.

I smiled as I put my bag down, leaning it against another painting of mine. I pulled out two cans. I shook the black paint can and my smile widened as I let my hands go freely across the wall.

Colour after colour, can after can, inch after inch, I stopped only when the whole painting was done. I stepped back to admire my own work.

"It's beautiful, (y/n)," a familiar voice said behind me. I turned around, shocked. It was-

"Jungkook?" I cried. My hands flew to my head; my hoodie had dropped and I had just removed the mask. It was no use hiding it.

"I didn't know you were the one," he said, smile still not leaving his face as he walked closer.

"Ah, yeah," I mumbled, looking down. I have to speak to him. It's now or never. I looked up confidently. "I am begging you. Please don't let anyone know!"

I bowed down to seem sincere in my request.

"I won't," he assured me. I straightened up, smiling widely now.

"Thank you!" I said. I grabbed my bag and stuffed the cans in. My eyes strayed to my watch. It was nearly 12:30. "What are you doing out so late?"

"I was at a party," he said, scratching his head. "I left for some fresh air, but then I found myself coming here."

"Oh? Why here, though? If you don't mind telling me, that is."

"No, I don't mind," he laughed. It was soft and beautiful in the night's silence. "This is like, my escape place. I come here a lot when I am alone. I like your drawings a lot. I am a big fan."

"Really?" I asked, blushing.

"Yeah, you are so talented," he said, still smiling but his voice was serious now. "You are like, my idol. I look up to you."

This was the most touching compliment I had ever received, so I naturally couldn't help the happiness blooming in me.

"I didn't- Thanks," I said, walking with him. "Where are we going?"

"We?" He laughed. "I am going to the party. Wanna join?"

"Like this?" I giggled, pointing at my black hoodie and light blue denim jeans. He looked me over and I felt hot under his eyes.

"Yeah, let's just ditch it," he said brightly. "Let's go to a park or something."

I laughed this time.

"At 1:00 in the night?" I asked. A look of realisation came on his face as he froze. I put my hands in my pockets and stood next to him, waiting for him to speak.

"So, I guess, then, um," he struggled to find something. If anything, I would have said that he was struggling to find a reason to stay with me.

"Let's meet up... at a cafe maybe?" I asked, embarassed to say it to a guy. He looked up surprised. "Tomorrow... If you want, that is!!"

"I would love to," he said, beaming at me. "Give me your phone number so we can match up tomorrow."

Maybe now I did have a chance. We exchanged numbers and went our own ways.

I entered the house using my spare keys. Nobody was home since my mom and dad are always gone for business trips.

I went up, changed and flopped down on the bed. My phone pinged and I lazily pulled it up to see a message from Jungkook.

I sat up immediately, as if he was looking at me. My eyes drifted over the message hungrily.

Jungkook:
So, let's meet for breakfast? At ---?

You:
Sure! ;)

Jungkook:
Goodnight, (y/n). :) Can't wait for tomorrow! ;)

You:
See you tomorrow! Goodnight, Jungkook!

I dropped down on the bed, a stupid grin on my face.

Who knew being a secret graffiti artist would lead me to being friends with my long-time crush?

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The End