CANDLE | KIM TAEHYUNG

.prologue.

This meeting never seemed to fucking end. My fingers began to impatiently drum at table, it was 5:30pm and I gave less than a fuck what was going on.

Apparently there was this new program that my company was doing.

Some bullshit intern program that involved me and some fellow artists to take some young artist under our wing.

The well know artists that were selected for this program was  Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi and Me. Kim Taehyung.

Share with them our art secrets and shit like that. At this point, It's hard being this good at painting. I almost lost my passion for it.

So maybe it would be nice to take a young man in and show him the ropes. Maybe he'd be as good as me one day. I doubt it.

The coordinator went on and on about this stupid program. Pointing at the fresh white screen that was filled with meaningless pie charts and other boring stuff.

"We have selected around 3 lucky young artists based off our survey and after having a look at their profilos." the chubby man went on.

I yawned before I was softly nudged by Park Jimin.

Jimin was well known for his pop art, he was worth millions. He was all for his fans, always smiling. A good man with an exceptional taste in art.

"You better pay attention Taehyung, you never know what's going on during these. At least give the man your time, he worked hard on his powerpoint." Jimin whined as he let out a soft smile. I let a groan and nodded in agreement.

The chubby man reached for his cell as it rung loudly in the room.

He said a few quick words before hanging up. "Well Uhm..." he paused.

It seemed that the man was at a loss of words. I rolled my eyes before peering over to Kim Namjoon. Also a fellow well known artist.

He was doodling during the meeting, and to be frank, it was every time I did see him.

Good with his hands he made everything so detailed and straight to the bone. I've never seen such work and he deserved his spot in the hall of fame.

He was the best traditional artist I ever met.

The chubby man looked panicked but eventually he found his words. "Uhm, I just got word that our proteges are here." He gulped peering at us. "I didn't expect them to come so early, we haven't even set up their dorms yet."

A long sigh exited the mans lips as he clapped his hands together.

"I think this meeting is over, the proteges are downstairs and it would be nice if you all get acquainted with them." he smiled as he closed his notebook.

Turning off the projector before leaving us in the meeting room.

"This is going to be so much fun." Namjoon said aloud while still drawing in his sketchbook. He closed it and stood up.

"I wonder if they are fans?" Jimin piped in, standing as well before running a set of fingers through his soft black hair.

I watched as Yoongi packed up his belongings and headed down the steps letting out a soft, "who cares?" before exiting the room.

I got up last to join them. "I want to know how my protege will do, I'll shape him into a fine man." I beamed as I stretched my body from side to side.

"Well lets go meet these wonderful artists." Namjoon said, adding an emphasis to the word artists.