So here it was. Right here. Who would've known, that the spur-of-a-moment idea in a spur-of-the-moment situation would become this: this, being this painting, a part of himself that meant more than anything.
And here it was, for the world to see.
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Had it really taken him so long, all of his previous emotions, and all of his precious and invaluable time to come to this? Stood, here, surrounded by what he could only describe as pages of his diary, which were on display for the whole world to see, still embellished with these feelings of uncertainty? Insecurity. Guess, after all this time, it was still unavoidable for Yoongi. Maybe he wasn't great, or talented; he'd never be impenetrable, resilient, strong.
After all this time...he could still see everything, filled with flaws. And, he could still see himself, filled with flaws. Yoongi found it so strange, that someone entirely different could see his work in a completely different light. Change wasn't something, an aspect of life, which he felt that he naturally accepted and came to terms with and dare he thought he'd 'changed' a lot since...well, since he'd entered into this. This being, bionics. Had he changed a significant amount? Enough for anyone to have noticed? Yoongi felt it, he felt different, he felt...just, new to everything again. But this time, as someone different. He didn't think those immediate, self-depriving thoughts like before and that in itself had been one giant leap for Min Yoongi.
While he stood facing his painting, pondering, existing temporarily in his mind with endless questions and queries, it all ended abruptly when a pair of hands came down from above him and stopped to cover his eyes.
"Guess who?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes, before holding back the twitch that started growing from the corners of his lips."You're not funny."
"On the contrary, I think you at least find me endearing."
"You're not cute either. And I'm not joking." Yoongi had half the mind to turn around and kick the bionic in the shin for, once again, ignoring the elder's prompt request to stop displaying this kind of affection when in public let alone when in his exhibit.
But, like always, Yoongi only found himself stepping away from the younger, ducking under those palms and swiftly turning to face the taller man with his arms braced against his chest. Taehyung grinned down at him, his smile shamelessly wide, his pearly-whites catching the ivory, ceiling spotlights and his almost lazy, slackened stance contrasting irrevocably with his neat dress-shirt, pants and brogues. Something like that, someone like Taehyung, would've maybe infuriated Yoongi in the past; someone so comfortably confident, so assured in themselves to where it erupted from within everything they did and from every crevice of their being, when he remained still filled with his own self hatred had made the older so inadvertently narrow-minded. And, maybe Yoongi still felt sliver's of guilt whenever his eyes passed over such people, even when he looked at Tae, because he had been so stupidly stuck inside of his own mind until he had almost broken it. Loathing others, envying them: Yoongi found had been completely toxic, which was something which he definitely didn't need in his life.
