Bts one shots smut

Please see me...(namjoon)

(Switching it up)

Joonies POV.

Walking into the art studio I close the door behind me, everyone else is already here, walking over to my weasel I set my bags onto the floor by my chair. I glance up i skim my eyes over the room, my breath catches in my throat, it's her again, a masterpiece.
Just an ordinary girl, but to me... she's something else, she's just... Beautiful. Nothing about her stands out, just a wallflower blending in, but when she walks in I can't help but notice her. Oh god she takes my breath away, too mesmerized by everything she does, just standing there I can't help but shiver, my cheeks turning pink instantly. Chuckling to myself I shake my head, biting my lip I take out the paints and brushes and sit down with everyone else.
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My POV.
'Deep breaths... deep breaths' relax girl, I can't help but to overthink this whole situation, I've been here multiple times and still can't get used to being here.
I work as an apprentice, at an art museum, people paint me, well my body I mean. These are art students, learning, seeing, drawing, and painting me, while I pose for them. It's all still new to me, I'm always the one to not be seen, or even heard, keep to myself and get my stuff done. Blending in I'm the wallflower, in a room full of students and judging eyes I have to be seen for once, the thing is is that even though i'm only covered by a sheet, flowers and vases surrounding me I'm still in the background. The vases and flowers being the focus of the painting, I'm just a silhouette in the back ground. No one paints me, just an outline of my body not me as a whole, that was the whole point, I was never the focus, was never the inspiration, I am still and will always be the background. But for some reason when I'm completely covered up by the sheets, I still feel completely vulnerable and naked, I'm so scared still, of being judged, being looked at.... being Seen. Even though the front of me faces the wall and the students are all behind me, only able to see my backside, I don't feel invisible anymore, that is something I'm so afraid of.
Taking a breath I sit on the stool, turning my face to the side so my jawline is visible, pieces of my curly hair fall slightly from my bun, tickling my back. Taking a deep breath I slip the sheet down, till it reaches the middle of my back, my backside completely exposed and ready to be drawn.
I sit there, still as a statue, not blinking, not moving, and barely fucking breathing, cause I know if I do that my nerves will come back, so I just SIT. Pens, sticks, brushes and erasers I can hear all the scratches, all the mistakes being erased and re-drawn, I can hear them. Even though it's dead silent I can hear them, all the thoughts, loud inside this quiet room, thinking what to do next, should I leave it just like this? Should I paint it in? If so with paint or chalk? The beautiful thoughts of art, the beautiful aspiring artists. The biggest decisions to make are at this very moment, it starts from these choices right here, right in this very moment, it's so beautiful how so many people in this room right now are going on their own path, one person making a decision to pick chalk, one picks paint. How those two different decisions can lead them to such different paths, from that one little moment, one little thing that can change someone's whole life, from one little thing in this big beautiful world, someone's whole life. Changing because of my small body, just me, and it drastically changes everything. "Thank you everyone, especially y/n, time is up for this lesson, that concludes this 2 hour session, have a good thanksgiving break, I will see you all again next week" snapping out of my thoughts I slip the sheet over my shoulders, walking over to the teacher to talk about next week. Crossing my arms over my chest to hold the sheet in place so nobody sees me in the nude I walk over, "Ahh y/n, thank you again, you have been a big help, I will see you again next week for the same thing around 3 okay?, feel free to stay and paint yourself or let the students finish up on their own time, only if you like" I hear her announce to me. "Ah okay, I will see you next week" my quiet voice catching the air barely making its way to be heard by her, she gives me a small wave, walking out of the building as I stand there. Turning around on my heal my eyes skim the room, taking in most of the students art work I see them all finished, all having the flowers and vases as the main centerpiece, a small smile catches onto my face when I see this. My body not once in view, like I said I am the exact definition of a wallflower. Walking behind the chairs of the students I get to the other side of students, small "excuse me's" being heard as they pass me, almost all of them leaving. My heart stops beating for a fraction of a second, my eyes glaze over, fingers trembling as I watch him, not him but his painting. Taking in the art work tears come to my eyes, not daring to leave my eyes as I hold them back, face turning pink instantly. It's so beautiful, it's... me, nothing else but.. me. No flowers, no vases, just plain me.