His Philosophy/Vkook

Orphic

Taehyung's P.O.V.

It was art class, I was sitting on my table, waitting for teacher to come and tell us what to do. While I was waitting, I couldn't help but to steal few glances at my darling. He was sitting next to the window, his head looking up and his mind, God knows where.

He was as beautiful as always. He wore a black hoodie today, the one that I left at his place. I smiled softly to myself, he still likes me. Interupting my day dreams about this perfect flower, teacher sits down and puts out a small bowl on the table.

"Okay class, the left side will pull out the paper and will be asigned to one of the right side's student. The right side will pull out the paper from the other bowl and get the asigment. Is it fine?" we just nodded and pulled out the papers. I slowly unfolded my paper, which had a coffe stain in the corner, hard not to notice.

"Taehyung who is your partner?" Mr. Woodrow asked, whole class now looking at me, even the pair of my favourite doe eyes.

"Jeon Jeongguk." I said, my voice slightly shaking at this name, teacher just nodded and motioned me to Jungkook's table. I took my bag and slowly made my way to his table, I could see him moving his chair to the right as much as possible. It hurts, but he is not wrong.

"Okay Jungkook, what is your theme?" Teacher asked and I looked at the paper, small smile forming on my lips. This assigment couldn't be more perfect!

"Philosophy.." he whispered, crumbling the piece of paper and throwing it on the floor with small sigh.

"Hi Kook." I said shyly, smiling at him and he just nodded prepering the things. And I could see him looking at one particular colour for a bit longer. I looked at him waitting for a question.

Few seconds past and he closed his eyes, shaking his head in some kind of disaproval to himself. I felt strange at this point, he didn't ask me why is yellow so beautiful..? He didn't ask me why does it stand out over all of the others?

"Uh, we should start, I guess.." he whispered and put the yellow temper in his bag.

"Why did you put the yellow colour away?" he didn't dare to look into my eyes for even a second.

"I just don't like things that I don't know anything about." he said honestly and I just nodded, not wanting to ruin the mood any more.

"Okay lets start." I smiled pulling up my sleves, but he didn't do so. I saw him holding the brush so I went to help him and when I was about to pull his sleve up he flinched, moving away.

"D-don't.." I looked at him perplexed. Why? Is something wrong? Maybe he is cold?

"Why?" I collected some strength to ask him and he just ignored me, but one of his sleves was a bit up. And I could see it. I saw a small red line, covered with dry blood. And with that, I stood up and left the classroom, shooting the door harshly on my way out.

3rd person's P.O.V.

Jungkook looked after him, but stopped himself from going anywhere. He tool the yellow temper out of his bag and put it on the table, taking the paper and a pen he had nearby. He moved his hands left and right, creating some words that came from his orphic mind.

Boy frowned to his little poem and put it into his pocket once he was done, along with the small yellow tube.

Jungkook's P.O.V.

Why did Taehyung ran away? Did I make him mad? Did I do something wrong? I sighed, leaving the classrome once the class was over. I walked through the sunken hall. Sunken in laughs, screams and even some shameless moans.

Step by step, my heart was just steady. No sign of fast beats or chills through my spine. It was the lunch time and I knew I'll see him, he can't ran away now, neither can I. I'll just close my eyes and think about something else.

Once I was standing outside I walked to my friends. Hoseok jumped on me roght away, causing me to drop my jacket along with my lunch.

"Oh, come on Hoseok.." I hughed him back, bit frowned on, now my dirty, sandwich. But he just smiled like nothing happend.

"It's your birthday in two days pretty boy." I just softly smiled and looked down. Infront of me, out of nowhere, now was a hand with an apple. I gently took the apple and I didn't need to look up, I knew who's hand was this beautiful one.

Taehyung's P.O.V.

He never told me about his birthday, I guess it's fine. But he still took that apple and thats what makes me smile. He bit onto ot slowly and smile spread across his lips when he tasted the sweet juice. I glanced at his things down and saw small paper with yellow tube aside.

I took the paper and the tube, but was stopped by his small hand grabbing the tube out of my hands.

"This is not yours.." he whisperes.

"What about the paper?" he just bit into his apple, not sparing me any glance, focusing on Yoongi's story about the nothern lights.

I unfolded the paper, ignoring the story that wasn't even interesting at all. It was pure science, but not the interesting one. Only the authority one, the fake one. I shook my head, focusing on the small paper in my hands.

Sun is yellow,
So is the sunflower.
Yellow was your hair,
When you smiled at me yesterday.

Yellow was the sky,
When we kissed for the very first time.
Yellow was my blanket,
On our way to Neverland.

Yellow is so speacial,
Guess I'll never know why.
All I know for now is;
The yellow colour in my mind,
With you by my side.

I softly smiled, whipping away one tear, forming in the corner of my eyes. God, what did I do to his beautiful mind? If only I had never done such a sinful crime.

Yellow.

Was all that rang in my ears, all that shined in my eyes. I looked up and saw Jungkook looking into me, fastly looking away, when our eyes met. Putting the note in my pocket, I took his small hand and toom him on the grass.

We were now alone and thats all I need for few minutes.

3rd person's P.O.V.

Jungkook was shocked by the sudden pull. He tried to ran way but Taehyung held his wrist thighly.

"Don't run, just give me a minute, okay? After that you can go." Jungkook nodded and Taehyung took the yellow tube from Jungkook's pocket. Jungkook pouted softly.

"You need to trust me okay?" Jungkook wasn't so sure, but in the end he nodded. Taehyung took a small leaf from the ground putting some colour on it and taking it with some random stick. He then took Jungkook's wrist again, slowly pulling up his sleve and stopping him from pulling it back down.

With elegant move of his gentle hands, Taehyung made a first yellow line, across the younger's bruised hand. Jungkook shivered at the touch, but quietly watched his dear Taehyung painting his arm.

Line after line, Taehyung was finally done and he smiled. On Jungkook's wrist now, sun and sunflowers. His scars were hidden under the yellow colour and he didn't mind a bit. He liked the painting on his small wrist. It made him different, but in a good way.

"Thank you.." he whispered to Taehyung who just leaned it, kissing his wrist and leaving one small tear in the middle of ineffable sun.

"Yellow is happiness. That is all you'll get for now." Taehyung said, moving away.