Intrigue becomes fascination and fascination becomes art. And when the feeble line is crossed, when the muse becomes reality, art becomes the air you breathe in to survive. Where without a muse, would the artist be really living?
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I trapped myself in my room for the rest of the day. After I heard about how the two had met, I was inspired to paint them both. My inspiration might have started with Taehyung, yet I mused over both. So I looked around the house for a photo that could become my inspiration and I finally found it. So I put down an old sheet and layered my materials over them.
I took off Tae's hoodie along with my t-shirt, to prevent them from getting paint stains and started mixing a deep greyish shade of lilac. The sky from this morning was painted so vividly in my mind that before I even knew what the subject consisted of, I knew what the backdrop was supposed to be. Splotches of yellow and orange appeared shortly after. A golden lining if you will. For where there was gold, there was no need for a silver one.
Gold dust was glittering over the canvas as I started putting down the details. It floated in the background, along the clouds. I was so lost in the mix of colours and the soft Debussy playing in the background that I hadn't noticed the knock on the door which was followed by the door opening shortly after. It wasn't until he spoke that I noticed his presence.
"That's beautiful Kai."
I stammered, nearly dropping the paintbrush I was holding.
"Don't scare me like that Kook." I scolded him.
He came closer, taking a seat beside me, watching as the paint brush glided over the canvas. He examined the painting, as the shapes formed for a long while before his eyes lifted. Entranced in the shapes and shades, I was immersed in my own little world. That is until he slowly reached out to me, fingers travelled my paint covered forearm, and I shivered slightly at his touch. His fingers slowly trailed upwards over my arm, my collarbone.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered.
"You look like a painting yourself. All covered in streaks of colour."
My eyes travelled along the path of his fingertips, I hadn't noticed the streak of lilacs, crimsons and cyan that were littering my skin.
The pad of his thumb caressed the exposed skin right below my neck before making its way down the valley of my breasts, sliding easily to the flat of my stomach. I jolted backwards. His touches were always welcomed. I yearned for their affection yet this was far from innocent.
"I-I better clean up."
What on earth was going? Where the hell did that come from? Was this amusing to them? To watch me turn every shade of pink ever known to man? I tried to breathe.
I stammered to my feet. Yet before I could fully turn around, Jungkook's hand wrapped around my wrist. I stared at where his skin met mine before slowly raising my eyes to meet his. He tugged at my arm and gently pulled me towards him. I was shaking slightly. Standing half naked in front of Kookie was not how I imagined my little painting session to go.
