"I'm down to my skin and bone "
It's been three day. Three days since Jeongguk met with beautiful black eyes. Jeongguk always found Wednesdays the longest days of weeks. It was the split middle!
"Gguks, you've been staring at the door with your art supplies all laid out," Jin commenced, "But haven't progressed!"
Jeongguk sighed a long sigh, "I'm just.. waiting for inspiration,"
"Yeah like you'll get anywhere with waiting."
Jeongguk's head tilted at Jin's morning mood.
"What? It's true that not everything can wait," Jin looked down, "Not everyone is patient enough, Gguks."
Jeongguk chuckled a bit, "This is why I love painting! I'm the one charge. Don't have to rely and wait on any-"
"Yeah. Not even your inspiration?"
"Okay yeah, but he's specia-," Jeongguk immediately dropped his paintbrush and covered his mouth when he realized he mention a pronoun.
Jin smiled brightly as he rearranged his new flower about ten hundred times, "Kim Taehyung?" He questioned.
Jeongguk rolled his eyes.
"Oooh~ does my little Gguks have a little crush already!" Jin humoured, but the young boy was quite annoyed by the teasing; nevertheless, he loved his hyung with everything he had.
Jeongguk shook his head and placed his art materials into the bag. He eyes trailed onto a blonde haired guy who wore a grey hoodie. He was accompanied by a laptop in his arms.
The blonde man groaned when he looked at the front of the store. Closed. It read. So he sat outside on a beautiful wooden white painted bench. Alone in the fresh, not too cold and not too hot, air.
Jin noticed and chuckled to himself, "You see, people are eager to get in here!"
Jeongguk laughed, "Shouldn't we let him in?"
Jin nodded, "He does seem familiar, but that wouldn't be fair!" And with that, Jeongguk just nodded in agreement.
다 큰 애들과 좀 늦어버리 나 (And the kids all grown up, and me who's a little late)
It's that song again.
"I love you Seoul~" Jin sang melodically but quite loudly. Even the man who was located outside smiled, "I hate you Seoul~"
"Hyung, I swear if I hear this song one more time, I'm rearranging your plants," Jeongguk threaten lightheartedly.
Jin placed a hand on his chest, appalled, "You gotta admit.. it's a wonderful song!"
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sketching the boy of my dreams || k.th j.jg
Fanfictiona story where an amateur painter sketches the boy of his dreams - jeongguk, a painter - taehyung, a mute