Boys With Love [COMPLETE]

Chapter 10: Like One of Your French Girls

I'm awakened by something hitting hard against my skull. It hurts like a buttcheek on a stick. I try to stand up, but I wobble. Where's my room again?

I open a door that looks somewhat like mine, and inside, instead of my waterbed, i see a mess of paint brushes, an easel half fallen in the corner, and a scrawny man scratching away at a palette with a fork.

"Oh, this is not my room," I say out loud, and the Gollum-esque boy suddenly snaps his head up. He stops scratching the wood palette.

"It's okay. Do you want to join me in my abstract art endeavors?" he asks, and his voice is super deep, super husky, super sexy. I'm immediately drawn to him.

When I sit down next to him, copying his stance of crossed legs and hunched shoulder, he hands me a canvas, a hole punched into the middle.

"My idol, Bob Ross, once said 'We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents.'" Just slap stuff on and it'll be art."

I slap the canvas. I am bored. "Hey, what's your name?"

"I'm Taehyung, but I prefer to go by my art name. B."

I cock my head. "Did you say V?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, hey V. Kate Winslet once said to my idol, Leonardo DiCaprio, 'Draw me like one of your french girls'"

"Wow, really! That's so profound." Taehyung puts a hand over his heart. "I'm moved by this. Inspiration is flowing through my purple veins." He is silent for a moment. "Y/N can I dárselo YOU like one of my French Gorlovka???"

I raise my eyebrows. I've been raising them so much lately that I feel like I will have permanent forehead wrinkles. But I am intrigued by his proposition.

"S-sure," I reply. I lie down on my side on the bed across from him and stretch out my legs in the sexiest way i could. Hopefully this comes out good. Maybe I can gift it to Cooky oppar!

Taehyung puts on his huge glasses and pulls his beret down over his forehead at an angle and squints at me, then takes out a sketchpad and starts scribbling away. A couple of minutes pass and the awkward silence becomes thick between us.

"So, V-"

"Call me Tae," he interrupts monotonously.

"Ok, Tae, what do you like to do for fun?" I'm so bad at small talk, but the silence is too awkward.

"I like draw."

"O-ok."

Fifteen minutes later. Tae stops scratching his pen at the sketch book and takes a long look at it. He lifts his thumb and licks in, straightening his arms and closing one eye. Is he measuring me? I'm not sure how art works. Then, he smiles widely.

"This is one of the best things I've ever made!" He exclaims. He flips around the book to show me, and I clamber off of the bed to take a closer look. I grimace.

"What do you think, Y/N?" he asks excitedly.

I blink a few times, then a few times more. And then another few times. Good. now my eyes are very moist.

"It's, uh, very, very creative Tae!" I exclaim. "I've never seen anything like it!" I let out a few nervous chuckles to make a point.

"It is because I have such a gorgeous model." He muses, wrapping his arms around me and tries to swing me around, but his lanky arms can't support me so I fall out of his arms and stumble after about half a spin. I hear a crack in my neck and i hope its not broken. If it is, that would be rather unfortunate.

"I'm going to have it framed and put it over my bed." he continues, pointing at the empty space above his headboard.

"Thanks Tae," I laugh, my melodic giggle spreading gently through the room.

"It's really late, Y/N-ah, you should get to bed," he says, suddenly becoming serious. He steps closer to me and places a skinny long hand on my cheek. He is strangely warm, like a heat lamp. He stares into my orbs and I stare back into his spheroids, which are swirling with dark mysteriousness. My eyes get dry and I moisturize them again. Man, if only I moisturize my skin as much as I moisturize my eyes.

"Hah, you blinked! You lose!" Tae shouts, and before I know it I am being shoved out of the room back into the hallway.

My head knocks back against the opposite door, and I feel my consciousness slipping again. My vision goes black.

Goddamnit not again.