Jungkook One Shots

~Illusion~

"Can you move your chin a bit to the left?" You asked your model, getting them to the exact spot you wanted to paint them in. "Thank you."

It's been about two years since you had decided that your goal in life was to become a painter. It wasn't exactly the field of work you had imagined you'd be in but it was the only thing you were good enough at.

Well, at least...I think I'm good at painting?

Through many, many part time jobs and some savings you had, you were able to move out of your parents house and into this apartment. It definitely was not anything special but it was what you were able to afford.

The neighbors were kind and never bothered you which was a plus. However, you did come across one rumor about someone passing away in the building before but you didn't let that steer you away from buying the apartment. Especially at this low of a cost.

"Um, excuse me? Are you almost done? I have a date to get to after this." The woman you were painting impatiently says.

A date? I haven't been on one of those since...how long has it been? I don't even remember the last time I went on one.

"No worries, I've finished." You assure her, taking the painting off your easel and showing it to her.

Her eyes scan every detail of her portrait as you wait for her reaction. It's kind of hard to tell since she hasn't smiled nor frowned once. Just the same blank face that you've replicated on the painting.

She opens her mouth, "It's....," You anxiously await her answer until she says, "Hideous!"

Your jaw drops hearing her call your work, "Hideous." You felt deeply offended that she had the audacity to say it right to your face.

"But—It's an exact portrait of you." You answer back.

Her eyes light up in rage, "Are you calling me hideous!?"

"What!? No!! No! I'm just—"

She cuts you off, "I can't believe this! You expect me to pay for this crap!?"

Your brows furrow, "Miss, I apologize if it's not to your liking—"

"Not to my liking!?? You didn't even get my nose right! Look at this nose!" She orders, pointing at her long, witch-like nose. "Does this masterpiece look anything like that monstrosity??" She ridicules, pointing back at your painting.

They look pretty damn similar to me...

"Ugh! I am not paying you a single cent for this piece of trash." She roughly yanks the portrait from your hands and flings it across the room. It crashes into the wall, causing the frame to crack and plummet straight to the ground.

You can't express how shocked and taken back you feel at this woman's crazy outburst. You've had upset customers before but not ones to this extent. She starts to march right out the room and with one loud slam of the door, she was gone.

Your shoulders lower in defeat, experiencing yet another unsatisfied customer walk out your door.

Am I that terrible of an artist?

Maybe I was wrong about choosing painting. My mother was right. I should've just became a doctor or a nurse like she wanted me to.

*Clang*

Your mind is brought back to reality upon hearing a loud noise come from somewhere in the room. You scan around only to see no one in sight.

Was it my imagination?