CANDLE | KIM TAEHYUNG

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Taehyungs POV

I looked at my hands then back up to my painting.

I had no clue why I was here trying to paint this piece I could never finish.

It just hurt too much.

I tried to lift a brush to my easel, I couldn't even do that.

I felt rage seeping into my body as I began to stomp my foot in annoyance.

I moved my hand slightly only for me to end up dropping my brush on the ground.

"Fuck!" I hollered as I ran my fingers through my brown hair.

Why was she gone when I needed her the most.

I heard a soft knock at my door causing me to turn on my heels, I put my hands in my face as I rubbed my eyes.

"Ashley I thought I told you to cancel—"

My sentence broke off when I opened my eyes and realized it wasn't Ashley, but my protege.

"Where you expecting someone else and are you alright?" She asked me.

A hint of concern in her tone as she stepped a bit closer to me.

I held out a reassuring hand and proceeded to let out a small chuckle.

"It's only Thursday, classes don't start until the weekend. I don't need you here." I said hesitantly as I turned back to my painting.

"Whose that?" I heard from behind me.

There you were asking the hard questions.

I groaned slightly and I could feel my emotions practically oozing through my head.

A nasty feeling of grief settling in my heart.

"It's my mother." I snapped as I threw a blanket over the stand.

"Do you need something?" I asked her, my tone demanding as I eyes her down.

I was eager to get her away from this room, it held so much pain. This was no place for her to be.

"Yeah actually I did, we never really properly introduced ourselves so..." her voice trailed off and I watched as she stretched out a hand towards me.

"I'm Y/N it's—"
I cut her off as I pushed her out of the door and into the hallway.

I was growing more annoyed with her presence. I locked the door to the room before I turned to face her.

"I'm Taehyung, but you know that already so what's the real reason you're here?" I asked her.

This seemed to throw her off guard and she started to look down at the ground.

She began to speak but I didn't care because she wasn't looking at me.

I titled my head as she began to talk. She was wearing tight fitted jeans and a long sweatshirt.

Hair pulled back nonchalantly as she continued to look down at the floor.

I swiftly put my hand under her chin, lifting her gaze up from the floor to directly in my eyes.

I smiled as I watched her face turn a hot red, she really thought she could intimidate me.

All that confidence twinkling in her eyes seemed to burn away. She was practically melting by my touch.

"I'm up here honey." I smiled gently letting go of her face.

I watched her body shift a little and it was like her brain was buffering, her eyes glued to mine as she tried to recollect herself.

I turned my back to her and began walking away.

"H-Hey don't walk away from me I'm not done talking to you!" I heard her say.

I smiled to myself before turning back to her.

"Frankly I like it better when you don't talk, you're much prettier that way." I mocked as I turned on my heels.

"Whatever you need to tell me, do it Saturday." I yawned as I quickly walked out of the building.

That girl had made me late for my lunch with Namjoon. Luckily the shop was only a few blocks away.

I headed there on foot, the plazas seemed to blur around me and I smiled to myself. I like being an artist. It was the best view you could have of the world. You saw things other people didn't.

I finally made my way up to the shop and I spotted Namjoon fiddling with one of the shops plants. His eyes were big and soft as he delicately touched at the green leaves.

I walked up to him and smiled. "Still so curious, I will forever admire you for that." I took his hand and pulled him in for a hug. 

"Yeah well, shucks." Namjoon blushed,running his hands through his hair. We were seated inside and there was a brief silence before he spoke up. 

"So have you gotten to know your protege, is she any good." He asked sternly. His was letting his finger trace the design in the table. I could see him thinking, probably about art as he let his eyes wander over and over at the imaginary circle he was drawing.

"I can't wrap my finger around her yet, she did swing by though. Didn't give her the time of day." I said smiling to myself.

"Well that's not nice." Namjoon let out a tsk and shook his finger at me. "I got word from Jin that my protege is a black woman,  I wonder what she's like." he scratched his head and looked me deep in my eyes. 

"I bet she's cute, something like that. Maybe she'll fall for that killer smile." I mocked him as I pushed at his arm. 

Namjoon grew flustered and held his face in his hand, holding back his laughter as he shot a look at me. "You really are something you know that?" 

"Yes I know I am, I wonder what they could possibly learn from men like us?" I said tapping my foot against the tile floor. The clicking sound of my shoe seemed to echo throughout the room. 

"I have no idea but I think I will teach my protege to be good with her hands, I was never good at digital art." Namjoon chuckled before continuing.

"I think once she picks up a pencil that she will like grow to like it, digital art is so complicated to me, maybe I could learn something from her." Namjoon smiled and began to play with the clips on his shirt. 

"I think you'll most definitely like her then, chocolate is sweet." I clicked my tongue as I watched Namjoon get red in the face.

He let out a series of long sighs and he finally came to his senses.

"So what do you want for lunch?"