Taehyung is an artist. Thats just what he is. He is meant to be an average collage student ,Who paints just for fun and works afterhours in his shitty part time job, because an occupation of artist wont be enough to compensate his expensive taste.
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Shitty.
Thats how taehyungs day started and ended.
He woke up late. Way way wayy later than usual so much ,that his neighbours cat was surprised to see him , still at home.
The bags underneath his eyes that carried all the worries from his soul stooped low and dull. Well what could taehyung say?
After such an inspirational night it was futile to even think of sleeping.
Also, he had to finish the artwork afterall it was due today.
But still...
Who can sleep when your mind is spinning in endless circles of excitement. Your hands spamsing to touch your pen. To feel the smooth gliding as the ink dealt into the sturdy gaps of the paper.
To have the familiar feeling of curiosity overshadowed by elation and apprehension at the same time. To not know how your art works going to end up but to know that it will be something.
The usual praying that cowers over every decision you make on to your artwork. Whether to use the pale pink or to go for the dark purple. The continuous battle in your mind is exhilarating . Its exhausting. And its necessary.
After all.
When we are taking about final pieces ,its either do or done.
Go big or go home eh?
Thats why Taehyung stayed up all night, perfecting masterpiece. As if it was his last.
And the obvious sign of this was his exhaustion, him waking us late.
Again what a shitty way to start your day when your have to submit the most important assignment of the year.
Oh well, if luck doesnt work for taehyung. Taehyung will just have to make it.
Brushing his teeth while dressing tae managed to run out the door only to find his bus was not there.
Impossible.
He would have heard the all- too familiar hoot of the bus if he had missed it.
Shit.
So hiking up his items he ran determined to get there and hand in his project no matter how late he was going to be.
Thats when things really started to get weird.
As he neared the his collage something was definitely off.
What gave it away you ask?
Well the bright blue tape wrapped along the gate did.
Officers were patrolling the site and all the teachers seemed horrified. Ghosted. Lost souls.
