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I nearly fall off the bed when I open my eyes to see a face inches from mine, having to clasp my hands over my lips just to keep from gasping in surprise.
It's Taehyung, and he's asleep.
"Tae." I say softly as I quickly scramble off his bed, realizing that I'd taken up his space. "Tae, wake up."
He was sleeping all crooked against the bedside, head resting on his shoulders and eyes slowly blinking when I abruptly shift off of the bed.
"Seolah....."
"You're going to get cramps." I say hurriedly as I try to point at the bed, swiftly giving up after not even managing to move him a single inch. "Sorry for taking up your space."
"It's okay...." He mumbles as his hands tighten around my shoulders. "How do you feel? If you're still tired, then you can—"
Then he winces as he wraps his hand around his neck, and I instantly push him down onto the bed. I can feel my features twisting in worry before his eyes shine blue and he looks up without a trace of that pained expression on his face.
And he's also now completely awake.
"Vampires with their regeneration." I say as he nods, before I pull him outside of his room. "Taehyung, I've been wanting to this since I saw you."
"What...?"
"Sit down." I say, motioning to a chair and retrieving the wide canvas I'd seen rolled up to the side of the couch. When I'm getting the paint, I see him smiling him at me.
"I've never seen you look so excited before." He says as I look at him in curiosity. "Have you thought of art school."
Then he sees the melancholy look in my eyes, and falters. His face blushes with the red of having said something wrong, and I can't help but smile.
"It's okay. Besides, I can draw you."
"Now stand still."
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Standing completely still, I know, is almost impossible for the person. And I also know that it can really be boring, because it usually takes some time.
A frustrated look on my face is clear on my face as I stare at the color of blue I'd mixed on the plate, not satisfied at all. I'd tried every combination of blue— and it still didn't seem to match the one of his eyes.
His blue was a soft glow, brilliant but at the same time reserved and distant— like an ethereal star.
I'm starting to think that I might have to cancel the painting when I look up to soft breaths, and see that he had dozed off on the chair.
Oh.
Why hadn't I thought of that?
The look of frustration replaced with happy satisfaction, I paint his features as carefully as I can. Two hours fly by— with the house strangely tranquil.
Without the mystifying color of blue to figure out, painting the rest of him is almost easy after nearly dying with frustration at the last hour of trying to find his shade.
When I finally return the brush into the water cup, I can't help but stare at the piece I'd created. Even though I might've accidentally drawn his lashes too long and his hair a bit too bluer than golden—
He is beautiful even in painting.
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(Credits to yurieem for amazing work and sorry for short chapter!!)
