OPPA [taehyung x reader]

Oppa

the tall sculpture lit up in a myriad of colors, patterns of light dancing across it. spotlights hung from each corner of the ceiling, all directed at it.

it was the marble figure of a naked, faceless man. the little sign standing in front of it said "idol".

it was the only artwork in the small room — the heart of the exhibition, separate from the rest.

you approached it slowly in the darkness of the enclosed space, finding its featureless face intimidating. as you got close, the spotlights engulfed you in their shine, rainbow colors roaming over your skin.

you turned around, wanting to gage taehyung's reaction to the thing.

he was stood in the entryway, leaning against the doorframe and holding his camera to his face, clicking as he met your gaze through the lens.

he liked taking candids of you wherever you went.

you let him, knowing how much joy it brought him and secretly proud to be his muse.

"what do you think?" you asked, nodding towards the statue.

he lowered the vintage nikon and joined you, taking your hand as he ran his gaze over the marble.

the corner of his lips rose into a half smile as he spotted the title on the sign, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"he's not wrong," tae admitted, somberly. "the artist, i mean. what do you think?"

you contemplated the large work for a moment. the man's faceless head and gray marble body a blank slate, void of any emotion, stripped of his soul and personality. the wild color patterns of the lights hitting him representing the world, projecting its own views and expectations on him.

he seemed to be incredibly alone in the midst of pure chaos.

noticing the way tae clutched your hand made you want to lighten the mood. there was one part of the marble man that, unlike the rest of him, was carved out in full detail.

"i think the artist must have worked from bottom to top and run out of motivation," you quipped, turning to look at tae.

his eyes were fixed on the sculpture but his frown turned into a genuine smile, then he pointed at the striking genital area of the man.

"sung-hyun's priorities are clear. i'm not surprised."

the exhibit showed works from an artist collective some of taehyung's acquaintances were part of. sung-hyun, one of tae's closest friends, was making quite a name for himself in seoul — his paintings and sculptures representing korean ideals and what he thought to be hidden truths behind them.

over the months you'd been dating tae you'd become quite close to sung-hyun, often finding him at your boyfriend's condo or joining him and tae at the workshop.

you tried to avoid mentioning the "idol" statue for the rest of the night, partly because you knew taehyung had mixed feelings about it and partly because you found it disturbing, if thought-provoking.

but he didn't seem to be affected by it, holding your hand as you walked through the corridors, pulling you in for sneaky kisses and pecks on the cheek when you were alone.

he didn't take his eyes off you; those beautiful melancholy eyes that seemed to hide the universe behind them. his gaze ever gentle and open, holding a depth you could hardly fathom. loving, as if you were the only work of art that ever mattered.

he dismissed all the paintings on the wall.

tae's nikon clicked as you walked ahead and you felt slightly self-conscious under the scrutiny. not knowing what to do, you twirled around striking a ridiculous pose for him, making faces.