Cypher {Suga X Reader}

Mine

I sat in the empty room, the only source of light being the blaring lightbulbs above me. The air is hot.

I take a step back to observe the re-done painting in front of me, analyzing to see if it has finally met my standards. After some deliberation and I decide I'm satisfied with my third finished painting.

It's been a month and a half since Jimin's words awakened the working spirit inside me. These past hours; days; weeks, my life has solely consisted of dance, photography and painting, with the occasional leisure with the boys. Advertising has evidently been difficult, however I have been able to sell some paintings online, which generates a low but acceptable income. Filming dance covers has also reintroduced the little attention I had previously got on social media; never with the members of course.

Just as I am about to put down the paintbrush, a quiet knock stops me in my tracks.

"Yeah?" I shout out.

Yoongi slowly opens the door and steps inside my room, "Hey, I wanted to watch you paint again".

Yoongi and I have developed a somewhat steady relationship, where he doesn't insult me as often and I let him watch me paint. We're together much more frequently than before.

"Oh I just finished, sorry... opinions?", I ask as I turn and face the busy canvas.

"I like it, I think you're getting better" Yoongi compliments, though making known his disappointment at me being done with a pouty frown.

I smile in response, stripping the stand naked of the canvas and placing it down in the corner where the rest lay organized.

Yoongi proceeds to pace around the room before spotting the chaos of paintings I had done of the members, sitting in one of the opened drawers. His hand reaches down and picks up the first one, coincidentally it being one I did of him; he brings it up to his face and examines the portrait intensely.

"Oh- uh" I begin in embarrassment.

"You drew pictures of me?" He asks before spotting the rest of the members' faces scattered throughout the pile, "Oh, you painted all of us"

"Oh yeah, uh- you see, since I am such a big fan of your music I used your faces to practice my portrait skills" I blabbered on whilst moving my hands and fingers in nervousness.

"Oh, they're pretty good... Pictures from the internet?" he asks.

"Uh, yeah obviously" I chuckle.

"I see.... can you draw me again?" Yoongi turns to face me, his expression remains listless.

"I mean sure.. but there are more paintings of you in that pile-"

"No, I want you to draw a picture of me.." I'm interrupted by his quiet yet frantic voice,

"... I don't want you to use an image from the internet, I want you to draw the real me. I want you to photograph me like you do your other subjects" He goes on, fidgeting with his hands.

Well that's sudden... but also whaaaaaat???
I get to photograph MinYoongi in the flesh and compose a whole portrait for him!!!!
..............
You live with them idiot

I detach from my thoughts and glance in his reflecting eyes,

"Oh.. okay. Yeah I don't mind, I can take pictures of you tomorrow and-", my voice is interrupted yet again.

"No, I want it now" Yoongi says in a low tone, though not harsh or demanding, but instead pleading.

Man, I did want to take a break..

"Oh- uh- okay, fine. I can take the pictures now and start painting" I stammer, already reaching for the camera laying on the window sill.

Yoongi doesn't speak any further, and instead cooperates with my positioning instructions and demands. Unlike what I had seen previously, his face shed the layer of defense in that instant; the photographs amazingly capture his raw reality. Yoongi's eyes communicated a storm of emotion, his inner psychology was as though it was desperately trying to break free.

After 10 minutes of photographing and picking out the photo to use as a reference, I picked up a blank, smaller canvas and place it carefully onto the stand. The paint had already been mixed. There are cars roaring in the background.

Yoongi stayed the whole time, seated on the edge of the bed, patiently watching me with passionate intrigue as I applied the first layers of paint onto the sketch on the canvas. Music filled the room.

My playlist of songs switched to "Promise" by Jimin, and I quietly sing along to the lyrics.

I want you to be your light, baby....
You should be your light

In the silence of the room that is only occupied with Jimin's lustful voice, I hear Yoongi quietly singing the lyircs of the song in a whisper,

"Even if I feel alone, I won't abandon you....... Now promise me.....".

In the reflection of the window, I notice the member isn't looking at the painting any longer, instead his gaze is plastered on my sitting silhouette; his eyes engulf me. The calmness of the music is the only sound in our surroundings. I feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck.

We sit like this for close to an hour, Yoongi doesn't shift from his position, and I concentrate on the portrait.

This painting better be good or I swear.....

My stomach starts to twist in hunger, and I turn my head around to face Yoongi. He leans back, startled and quickly shifts his eyes away from me.

"I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too, let's take a break and go eat" I say, letting a yawn escape.

"Oh, right.. Let's go then, we still have some leftovers" Yoongi says. He reaches out his hand for me to hold onto, helping me get up off of the chair I had been sitting on, and we waltz towards the door to head into the kitchen.

Yoongi whispers into my ear, "You can't show anyone else this painting okay? It's mine".