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A/N: This is a re-upload after I have taken down the original for editing purposes and strongly inspired by the 200414 MiniMoni VLive, because Jimin looked great and Iâm weak for that man. You may need to see a dentist after reading this because this is pure teeth rotting fluff, my friends. Jimin is a true softie for (Y/N) here lol.
You still remember the first kiss you shared with him. That one night, when you met on the playground in your neighborhood, sitting beside eachother on the swings as Jimin told you about his big dream for the first time. He wants to succeed with his band. He dreams of a future as a well-known guitarist. And back then you had told him that you did not think of it as a silly wish. You believed in him back then when your teenage self agreed to stay by his side, and you still do to this day. This was also the moment in which he knew â he was madly in love with you.
Looking back on your last years of dating Jimin, you could not deny what a cliche rebel couple you were. Instead of asking you to prom, your boyfriend skipped the whole event with you and his bandmates to break into the football field of your school that night. But you did not regret it one bit. The memory of your friends chasing eachother on the field and lying in the grass to look up at the starry night sky was as vivid and precious to you as no other. That same night you saw the first shooting star of your life while holding Jiminâs hand and begging him to tell you what he had wished for. Yet, he never told you, to this day. Instead, he said âLetâs stay like this foreverâ and gave your hand a meaningful squeeze with the reflection of the stars above shining in his eyes.Â
His words from this night turned into a promise you both made and kept.
You were there for each one of his bandâs gigs in small bars and scene clubs. You were there for many of their band practices, too. And now you are there to witness their first big breakthrough as the opening act to an increasingly popular indie band.
Holding Taehyungâs bass guitar, you watch his attempt to fix his hair. He must have applied half a can of hairspray by now and you doubt that even a single strand would budge during the show. However, Taehyung wants to be safe. âThis is our big deal! The most important performance we have ever had yet!â He wants to give it his all, just like the other members.Â
You turn and look at Yoongi, who is sitting on the couch in the corner of the small dressing room while tapping his drumsticks onto his thighs in concentration. Having known him for as long as the other boys, you quickly realized that he is wearing his âlucky charmâ â his signature worn out leather jacket. He wore it to their very first gig, wore it daily during finals week and he also wore it that fateful night you all skipped prom together. The memories place a nostalgic smile on your lips.
Meanwhile, Jeongguk keeps pacing around the room while mumbling the lyrics to their latest song. He may be the youngest of them all, but he is a real multi-talent. It's almost like magic, the way he is so damn good at everything if he just wants to succeed at it. Eyeing his guitar on its stand next to Jiminâs, you can't help but wonder where your boyfriend, the main guitarist of this band, has gone to. He had left the room about 20 minutes ago, saying he was going to the toilet real quick, but he has not returned since. âThank you,â Taehyung smiles as he takes his bass from you. âIs Jimin still gone?â He then asks. Nodding, you already make your way to the door. âYes, but Iâll go check up on him.
Striding through the cramped halls backstage, you make your way to the menâs toilets. And just when you raise your hand to knock on the door, it opens to reveal the man you have been looking for.Â
â(Y/N)?â He was clearly startled. You sigh in relief. âItâs been over twenty minutes, just what in the world were you doing in there?â you ask, sensing that something was wrong. Seeing the deep red tint on his bottom lip, you can already guess what he was doing. Biting his lip when he got nervous was one of his habits. And judging by how red it was, he must have been gnawing on it like crazy. Since he does not respond, very aware of how easily you could read him and his body language, you decide to ask straight away. âHow bad is it?â
You almost see the heavy weight on his shoulders as he says âVery bad⊠Baby, I canât mess this up. Not this time. It would ruin everything weâve worked so hard for.â A compassionate smile finds its way to your lips. âYouâre always worrying so much. Jimin, youâll do great. I am one-hundred percent sure of that, alright?â Noticing the doubtful glimmer in his eyes, you continue âYouâve worked so hard for this very moment. Donât dread it, enjoy it. When you guys go up on that stage, I want you to relish that moment. Because this is going to be the first time of many more to come.â
His lips slowly curve upwards as he nods slowly, âAlright.â You smile and pull him into a hug, feeling the fast rhythm of his heartbeat as he too holds you close. âNo matter whatâs going to happen, I am and will always be your biggest fanâ you say. Chuckling, he moves a hand to gently cup your cheek and look at your face. âI know. Thank you for being here, (Y/N).â A second passes in which you smile at eachother, before he leans in to kiss you.Â
âUgh, are you serious? Weâve only got ten minutes to go through the setlist before we go on stage, so move your ass back into the dressing room before itâs too late!âÂ
The two of you immediately part at the sound of Yoongiâs aggravated voice behind you. You know that he did not mean to be rude, yet the sharp sound to his words really shocked you for a second. Seems like Jimin was not the only one who was nervous to the bone. You see Jimin sending you an apologetic smile before rushing after his hyung. Shaking your head, you make your way to the stage already, not planning to interfere in this special moment your boyfriend and friends would share right before the show now. You could still wish each one of them good luck when they go up there, after all.
From your spot next to the stage you had a perfect view not just on the boys, but on the audience as well. And you could not feel any prouder of your friends. They had introduced themselves a little awkwardly, but as soon as the chorus to their first song started the audience was going completely crazy. They loved it. And you could tell how much joy the boys felt in that moment.Â
As the songs got heavier, the movements of the crowd did the same. They even formed a small moshpit at some point and tried to shout along to repetitive phrases of the last songâs chorus.
It was clear that Jeongguk did not lie when he told the audience how much he loved them for being so welcoming and wild. And so did the rest of the boys, bright smiles painted on their sweat covered faces.Â
You almost could not believe your eyes as you watched them on stage. They looked like absolute rockstars already, the sweet boys you have known for such a long time suddenly looking so grown up. Finally, your eyes lock on your boyfriend, cooly jumping onto a platform at the front of the stage to play his solo. As he throws his head back while playing the longest note of his solo, you can see the sweat running down his neck and strands of his once well-styled hair sticking to his skin. In this moment, he looks like the very definition of âsinfulâ, reviving memories of the last time you had seen him like this ïŒ in a wholly different context. But these thoughts have to wait.Â
When they finally play the last tunes of their performance, the crowd cheers loudly â the sound of hundreds of people cheering for your friends and filling your heart with immense joy and pride. You too are cheering as they come down the stairs, sweat dripping from their brightly smiling faces. âThat was incredible!â Taehyung exclaims with a voice of true ecstasy. Jeongguk nods, patting his friendâs shoulder as the two of them give you a high-five while passing you to get back to the dressing room. You greet Yoongi with a big grin and loud âYou did amazing!â, happy to see him beaming one of his rarest gummy smiles back at you as he slings one arm around you in a rushed hug while thanking you before he follows the others.Â
The main act is already approaching to go on stage as you almost tackle Jimin the second he gets off of the stairs. âYou were unbelievable! I told you youâd do well!â you cheer as he laughs wholeheartedly at your enthusiasm. âI feel like Iâm in heaven, did I die on stage?â he asks as he hugs you tight, his entire body still trembling due to the rush of adrenaline.Â
You laugh and kiss his cheek, then his nose, honestly just aiming at random spots on his face as you do so. âIâm so proud of you, Jiminâ you say as heâs grinning widely.Â
After a few minutes of basically shouting praises and cheers at one another and then making fun of Jeongguk for suddenly crying tears of happiness, the boys watched the concert from beside the stage with you. They even were asked back onto the stage for a few songs during the encore, which the audience clearly enjoyed just as much as the performance prior to that. On your way to the hotel you guys would stay at for the night, you checked the boysâ band profiles online and could not have been any prouder when you saw the follower counts continuously rising on each one of them.Â
The other band had invited your friends to an after party at the hotelâs bar and after an hour or so you decided to let them have this moment to themselves. Especially since you were already getting tired anyway. So you went to Jiminâs and your room instead. Honestly, you could not believe it yourself either. The four men you have been supporting for more than five years, basically since the day they decided to practice and start a band together, finally are so close to their goal.Â
You take a quick shower and wrap yourself in the hotelâs bathrobe before drying your hair and starting your basic skincare ritual in front of the mirror above the sink. As usual, you get lost in your thoughts while massaging the cleanser into your skin and rinsing it off, thinking about how much has changed within the past couple of years. You first met Jimin in high school, both of you being friends with your classmate Jeongguk and naturally meeting eachother at his parties or during lunch breaks. That was how you made friends with Taehyung and Yoongi, too. Even though you did not share any classes with even one of them, you became friendly with them very quickly.Â
This friendship held for many years. You graduated, went to college, shared many memories together â and here you are today.
While you were so lost in your thoughts and washing your face, you did not hear the door to your hotel room as someone entered. So when you come out of the bathroom, you nearly have a heart attack as you see someone rummaging through your boyfriendâs suitcase. Until you realize that it is Jimin himself. âHeyâ you greet him casually, a little confused by why he is here and not with the others. Turning around, he beams a smile at you, greeting you back. âDid your after party end already?â you ask and take a seat on the edge of the bed as you watch him collect his sleepwear. âNot reallyâ he says, âI just didnât feel like staying much longer.â
You are about to ask if something had happened. But then Jimin already stands in front of you with a grin and kisses the top of your head, one of his hands dropping to your exposed thigh. His thumb is slowly rubbing circles into your skin as he looks you in the eyes. âAnd I thought we could celebrate in a different way tonightâŠâ
There it is. That signature smirk on his lips as he awaits your reaction, just like the smirk he would send your way every now and then when he was on stage earlier. He knows that you like the attitude he holds on stage, that you watched him and his every move closely.
And quite frankly, this is not the first time you are feeling this way. After the boysâ very first gig you nearly jumped Jimin the second he came off stage. You would be embarrassed, but who could blame you? Whenever your sweet boyfriend steps on stage, it is as if he takes on a different persona. His cute eye smiles and giggles get replaced by a sinful smirk and bedroom eyes. Even the way he walks or pushes his hair back looks so different on stage in comparison to the man you know off stage.Â
You mirror his smirk as you nod and cup his face to pull him in. âSounds greatâ you say before kissing Jimin and feeling the upcurve of his lips against your own. His hand on your thigh glides down to the back of your knee as his other hand softly pushes you down by your shoulder. He leans down to capture you against the mattress with your leg on his hip as the kiss grows heated.Â
Wearing only the flimsy bathrobe, you moan into the kiss when you feel his crotch moving into your own, the rough material of his ripped jeans eliciting a raw sensation against your exposed skin. Detaching his lips from yours, he moves on to your jaw and neck, following an imaginary trail as he leaves wet kisses on his way down. Your hands wind through his messy hair as the back of your raised thigh is being kneaded by his hand.Â
âSeems like you planned for this to happen tonightâ he accuses you with a smirk before untying your robe, wanting to see your body thatâs hidden underneath. âTell me, did you enjoy todayâs show?â You nod and help him with the knot in your belt. âUse your words, babyâ he then says, stopping your hands by engulfing them with his as he looks at your face expectantly. âYes. I enjoyed it a lotâ you say, not trusting your voice with the way his dark eyes lock with yours.Â
He nods once, satisfied with your answer and places a kiss on your collarbone as he lets go of your hands and opens the robe. âDid you like my solo performance, too?â he asks, kissing down to the valley of your breasts and sinking his hips to yours again, pressing the prominent bulge in his jeans against your pulsing core. You sigh in pleasure as you whimper. âYes. Very much.â Now kissing around your left nipple, he moves a hand to your other breast, stimulating your right bud by softly rubbing and twisting it between his fingers. Holding onto his shoulders and arching your back with a mewl, you press your chest to his lips and he sucks on your bud before licking around it. âWhat part of my performance did you like best, baby?â he asks, his voice nearly a whisper before he continues to work his magic on your sensitive chest. Moaning at the stimulation, you grind your hips against his and say âI liked it all⊠But your h-hip thrust during âLieâ nearly had me drooling.â
He chuckles and glances up at your face. âYou mean this one?â He asks and pushes his clothed crotch into yours by re-enacting the skillful bodyroll he had shown on stage. You moan and nod, wishing for him to finally take off some of his clothes too. âYes!â
Caressing your sides, he kisses down your stomach before sitting up and looking at your exposed body while licking his lips. "Just how much did you enjoy the show? Did you get wet?â His face does not look as playful as it did mere seconds ago. Instead, his gaze looked almost serious, yet filled with lust. Feeling your cheeks burn, you guess you must be bright red in the face as you avert your eyes and nod bashfully. âI couldnât help itâŠâ you admit quietly.Â
When you hear a rustling noise above you, you see Jimin pulling his shirt over his head, the delicate silver necklace with the letters of your name dangling from it getting caught in the fabric for a second, dropping the shirt somewhere near the bed before he leans down once again. His face now just a hairâs width away from yours, he doesnât give you the chance to fully admire his toned body when he smirks. âIf that turned you on already⊠Then how wet are you right now?â he asks, sounding as if he expects you to answer when his hand slides down your stomach, over your pelvis to where you wanted it most. You whimper at the soft touch of his fingers, your core feeling so sensitive after the rough thrusts of his jeans clad crotch.Â
âSo wet. Just for youâ you moan, remembering how much he likes to be reminded that he is the only one who ever makes you feel this way. Jimin likes to be in control during sex. He loves it when you're obedient, like you are his and his alone. Humming at your response, he slowly moves his fingers up and down your slit before drawing small but firm circles around your clit. Gasping for air at the sudden pleasure, you hold onto his arm. Nearly fearing that he might move it somewhere else if you donât hold it in place. He knows your body like the back of his hand, as you do his. Both of you know every sensitive spot, every little mole and every trick on the other's body, understanding how to make the other feel good. âYouâre such a good girl for me, huh? Only having eyes for me, getting this wet only for meâŠâ His voice is deep and his fingers relentless as he stimulates your clit until your thighs begin to tremble. âDo you want me to make you cum like this, baby?â He asks you and inserts a finger into your dripping hole, his lips now next to your ear as he places a kiss on your temple. You moan louder, shaking your head. âNo⊠I want more. Jimin, please!âÂ
He smirks and adds another finger, scissoring and curling them inside of you. âMore? How much more do you want?â He asks âMore, like this?â and pumps them knuckles deep into your pulsing core before he adds a third finger, stretching you nicely and rubbing your walls to find the spot that has you seeing stars.Â
The moan of his name that leaves your lips sounds like a beautiful melody to Jiminâs ears as he kisses your cheek. âPlease, Jimin! I need you. Need you so badâ you beg, desperately wishing for him to just fill you up with his cock instead.
His fingers push into your most sensitive spot, rubbing it with every following thrust of his fingers as it has you arching your back off the mattress and mewling in delight and frustration all at once. âPlease, Jimin!â you repeat, clumsily trying to unbuckle his belt. Chuckling, he pecks your lips and whispers an âOkâ before pulling his fingers from you and locking eyes with you as he moves them to his mouth, sucking them clean one after the other with a low hum. Your breathing picks up as you watch him and you pull him closer by his shoulders. The feeling of his lips on yours is what occupies your mind completely as you share a messy but passionate kiss. Opening his belt and jeans before pushing all of it down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, Jimin doesn't let off of your lips until the very last second.Â
You smile at your lovely boyfriend before following the trail of fading marks and bruises you had left on his neck two days ago down, only to swallow at the sight of his fully erect dick, the tip an angry red as itâs leaking pre-cum and the shaft a width that stretches you so deliciously every time. âFuckâ you groan as you drop your head back, craving the feeling of him inside you so bad, itâs ridiculous.
âSpread your legs for me, baby. I want to see youâ you then hear Jimin say, as his hands already hold onto the back of your thighs to push them apart. You bite your lip in anticipation and open your legs wide, watching the way he takes in the sight. âLook at the mess youâve made⊠And weâve barely even gotten started âŠâ he groans, watching you gush and clench around nothing in anticipation of whatâs to come. He holds onto his shaft and moves it up and down your folds. A movement that has both of you sighing in pleasure. When he aligns his dick with your wet hole, he moves to hover above your face again and your arms wrap around his neck as he pushes into you slowly. Inch by inch, he stretches you further, the drawn-out moan leaving your throat and your clawing hands in his black hair a clear evidence of the blissful feeling it elicits.Â
âFuck, youâre always so tight for me, baby. Feels so goodâ Jimin growls through his teeth, eyes closed as his forehead rests on yours. He is holding back the urge to fuck into you right from the start, you can tell. He bottoms out, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and waiting a second or two for you to get used to his size. When you move your legs to wrap around his hips, he gets the sign and slides out until only the tip is left inside before thrusting all the way back in. You moan in unison as he keeps up a steady rhythm, repeating this motion over and over again.Â
When his pace reaches a high, his hands move to your thighs, pushing them further up towards your chest to reach deeper into you. You release a broken moan of his name at that, feeling his dick deep inside you as he fills you with each of his thrusts. Sinfully wet sounds of skin hitting skin and your shared moans fill the room. âShit, Iâm getting closeâ he pants out inbetween lustful grunts and groans.
You nod, implying that you too are nearing the end, unable to use your words as the only sounds leaving your throat right now are euphoric moans and whimpers. Keeping up his fast rhythm, he moves a hand down inbetween you both to rub his thumb around your swollen clit in quick movements. âThatâs it, cum for me (Y/N).â You almost shout out when you feel the coil in your lower belly snap as you come undone, your body shaking and your eyes rolling back to the point where all you see is white.Â
Riding out your orgasm, you feel Jimin holding on your waist tightly and increasing the pace of his now erratic thrusts until he cums with a broken moan, buried deep inside of you as he fills you with several spurts of white. Resting his head on your chest, he pants in synch with you as you both try to recover from your climax. Your hand glides through his hair on the back of his head mindlessly, caressing and massaging his skull until he moves to pull out and fall down beside you on the bed.Â
âWas this the kind of celebration youâve been thinking of?â you ask, turning onto your side to cuddle into his bare chest. His arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close and caressing your back. âNo, this was betterâ he says with a cocky smile and kisses your forehead. âAnd so much better than any after party, too.â
You close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat slowly going back to itâs normal pace. âIâm really proud of you, Jiminâ you then mumble into his skin. He chuckles. âDid I fuck you that good?â Frowning and pinching his arm, you say âNo!â, resulting in a genuine laugh from him. âI mean because youâre so close to fulfilling your biggest dream. Youâve come so far, baby.â
His amused smile becomes gentle as he nods and moves his hand to stroke your head, his hand smoothing down the nest that has formed on your head. âDo you remember the night on the football field?â he suddenly asks, his voice almost a whisper. Opening your eyes before you nod, you smile softly. âOf courseâŠâ Playing with a strand of your hair, he goes on. âThat night, we saw a shooting star. And I wouldnât tell you what I wished for.â
You grumble. âYeah, Iâm still curious.â Chuckling once again, Jimin says âBack then⊠I didnât wish for our band to succeed. I didnât wish for a chance as a musician. I didnât wish for anything that Iâd usually wish for.â Listening, you move your head to face Jimin. âAll I asked for was for you to stay with me. All the way.â
Feeling the beating of your heart increasing in pace and your eyes starting to water, you were left speechless. âBut then⊠We made that promise. I kept my wish from you, thinking it wouldnât become true if I told you. Thatâs so ridiculous, isnât it?â he says, smiling in shame when he realizes how superstitious this was. You shake your head, giggling quietly. âIt is ridiculous, because you definitely wasted a chance for a wish there.â you say, looking him dead in the eye as he mocks offense. âI promised to stay with you forever. And Iâm not one to break promises, ever.â Extending your pinky finger, you hold it up to your heads.
âAlright, same for meâ Jimin smiles, now an amused curve to his lips rather than the bashful smile from before, and links his pinky with yours before refreshing the seal of your old promise with a kiss to your lips.Â
"You know... This is the cheesiest thing you have ever said after sex." you suddenly deadpan, grinning at your embarrassed boyfriend's blushing cheeks as you both break out into quiet giggles a second later.
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Kim Seokjin
You aren't sure who of you two was more nervous this morning ïŒ you or your boyfriend Seokjin. He told you not to worry since his son is a real extrovert and loves to meet new people, but he was so worried himself. His son can have a strong opinion on people and isn't afraid to voice it openly either, so he was afraid that his child might hurt you with his thoughtlessly voiced out thoughts.
But to his relief, his son has never looked happier than when he finally meets you. You greet him by crouching down to his eye level, the toddler still a good couple of centimeters shorter than your crouching form. "Hello there, I'm (Y/N)'' you introduce yourself, holding out a hand to shake his small one gently. The big grin he beams at you in this moment takes all worries from his father's and your shoulders. "You're so pretty! Daddy said you look like a princess! Are you really a princess?'' His son suddenly exclaims, jumping up and down in excitement as Seokjin's cheeks take on a deep shade of pink at your knowing grin that you send his way.
Min Yoongi
You can't believe your eyes as you watch Yoongi trying to catch a gummy falling from his nose with his mouth, laughing wholeheartedly when he fails miserably. In the six months that you've been dating him now, you have never seen him this soft and giggly.
He is currently playing a game with his little son, trying his best to be a worthy opponent to the winner of the last two rounds. It is the first time that you meet his child, but it feels like you had known him for years.
Yoongi warned you that his son is a little shy and quiet, especially around strangers, but he surprised you both when the little boy bonded with you so quickly. Two hours after first meeting him, he was already sitting in your lap and happily giggling in victory when he beat his dad at another round of 'catch the gummy'. "(Y/N), try it too!'' He says, his big eyes sparkling with joy as his round cheeks, which he clearly inherited from his father, look even squishier with the big smile on his lips.
Jung Hoseok
"One, two! One, two!''
You laugh as you follow the excited toddler up the path on a mountain Hoseok and you decided to hike on today. His daughter was so energetic and her smile so honest and big, you had no doubt that she got most of her genes from her father.
"One, two! One, two- Daddy, you're not counting anymore!''
She complains, turning back to you and your boyfriend as she realizes she's the only one who's still trying to maintain a marching tempo. Hoseok laughs. "Sorry sweetie, I forgot'' he says "But us adults don't have as much stamina as you do, love.''
The little girl scoffs and reaches for your hand. "I'm sure (Y/N) does! Right?'' She asks, her big brown eyes looking up to you expectantly. You giggle and say "Yes, of course! Let's go!'' Not even hesitating to betray Hoseok as you hurry to follow his enthusiastic daughter up the steep path while holding onto her tiny hand.
Kim Namjoon
"(Y/N), are you daddy's girlfriend?''
The short boy in front of you looks curious, the piece of cake in front of him completely forgotten. Namjoon invited you to have brunch with him and his son today, wanting you to finally meet the little boy.
But as soon as he left for the toilet, his son began shooting question after question your way. You smile and nod. "Yes, I am,'' you say.
"Is daddy nice to you?'' The boy then asks and you giggle. "Yes, very.''
"Do you love daddy?'' This question catches you a little off-guard. You have been dating Namjoon for three months but you haven't told him that you love him yet. Yes, you have exchanged a few 'I like you's and sweet nothings every once in a while and neither of you had a doubt that this was love. But none of you had ever phrased it or voiced it aloud in a simple 'I love you' yet.
Your gaze softens as you nod. "Yes, I love your daddy very much.''
Park Jimin
This is it. This is the best day in Jimin's life yet.
He couldn't stop giggling and smiling, even if he wanted to. Because his two favorite people in this world were currently playing Just Dance in his living room, his daughter shining brightly with joy while you seem to just shine in sweat, barely being able to keep up.
"Wooow! Daddy look, I'm winning!'' His little daughter then shouts excitedly, completely ignoring your misery. And you can't even blame her. Not when she looks so genuinely happy, her eyes forming cute crescents as she smiles a big toothy smile just like her dad would.
Kim Taehyung
"3... 2... 1... I'm coming!''
You hear the voices of two little children shout from the living room. Shuffling a little to get comfier in your hiding spot ïŒ Taehyung's closet ïŒ you wait and try to listen to what's happening outside.
You came to visit your boyfriend Taehyung and finally meet his young twins. And just one hour later you already find yourself inbetween a bunch of Gucci shirts, baggy pants and clothing hangers in the pitch dark as you're playing hide and seek with the kids.
Your body stiffens when you hear the little boy's voice whispering to his sister, "I heard something in here.'' Hearing the quiet pats of their feet in the bedroom, just outside of your hiding spot, you freeze completely.
Suddenly, the closet door opens and the two toddlers yell "Got you!'' excitedly as they cling onto your legs and giggle along with you. "Ahh, I thought you would never find me!'' You say, acting disappointed as the kids giggle and hold onto your hands each as they say "Come on, we need to find daddy!''
Jeon Jeongguk
He is unbelievable.
You're stood in the doorway to your boyfriend's bedroom and watch him bolt from one side of the room to the other as he's rushing to get dressed.
Two days ago, you agreed on coming along to a day at the zoo with his little daughter. But when you arrived this morning, excited and ready to go, you were greeted by your sleepy boyfriend opening the front door in his pyjamas and rubbing his eyes. When he noticed the backpack on your back and the disapproving scowl on your face, he remembered what plans you had made for the day and apologized immediately, running to the bathroom to get ready.
"I'm so sorry, really! I totally forgot!'' Jeongguk says while hopping around on one foot, fighting his way into a pair of pants with the other. You then ask where his daughter is and are surprised as you see a little head peaking out from beneath the crumpled up blanket on your boyfriend's bed.
"She slept here tonight. Had a nightmare and refused to sleep alone'' Jeongguk explains shortly as he fastens his belt.
And honestly, you had imagined your first time meeting the little girl to be different, but when you saw her sleepy form stumbling out of her father's bed and greeting you quietly, you couldn't help the empathetic smile that spread on your lips.
She looks exactly like a mini version her father, her hair just as disheveled and eyes just as puffy and sleepy as those of the man who let you in a few minutes ago.
"Come on, love. We need to get ready to go to the zoo'' Jeongguk is quick to take her hand and lead her to the bathroom, the once sleepy girl suddenly replaced with an excitedly nodding bundle of energy as she pulls her father along to help her get ready and have the best day any of you could imagine with her daddy and his lovely girlfriend.
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Chapter Warnings: this chapter gets slightly angsty near the end and the word âabortâ is used once, but it doesnât go any further than that
You look to your left, to your right, but there is no way through. Currently, it seems like you're stuck inbetween a bunch of curious hobby art inspectors as you try to get to the next exhibit.Â
Tyler is staying with one of his friends today, meaning that you have the friday afternoon to yourself this week. So, you decided to go to the art exhibition Kim Taehyung had told you about. And so far, you have really been having a great time here. However, the growing crowd around you is slowly starting to get on your nerves. It doesn't take an expert to see that the room in the City Hall is too small to fit so many people at once, and yet it seems like more and more visitors are left inside.Â
Pouting in defeat, you back away from the painting you've been trying to get a closer look on and take a deep breath in a rather empty space in the middle of the hall instead. You close your eyes for a few seconds, calming your nerves â until someone's finger is tapping on your shoulder.Â
"(Y/N) was it, correct?'' You hear a familiar deep voice ask behind you. Turning around, you're face to face with the man who made your heart beat faster the last time you met. Yet, it seems to beat even more now that you're in front of him again. "I-, yes! Hello, nice to meet you here.'' Your answer is spoken fast, one hand extended to shake his. He tilts his head at your behavior but smiles and shakes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Likewise. I'm glad you found the time to come here.''
The white of his teeth, visible due to the big smile on his face, is ridiculously perfect. Is he even real? You nod. "Me too. Thank you for recommending it to me, I've been enjoying it a lot so far.'' Hiding his hands in his coat pockets, Taehyung smirks. "Really? I could have sworn you tried to get out of that crowded corner as if your life depended on it just a minute ago.''Â
Somehow feeling caught, your eyes widen. And so does the grin on Taehyung's lips as he laughs. "It is really crowded today. Honestly, I felt the same way, which is why I'm taking a break over here. The way they arranged this exhibition clearly isn't supposed to be visited by that many people at once, huh?'' A sigh falls from your mouth as you agree. "They could have used the limited space a little bit smarter, I guess,'' you respond.Â
Suddenly, Taehyung says "Iâm glad to see so many people came here today, but if this was my exhibition, I would have used the open space in the middle a lot more.'' Looking at him in surprise, you then smile, your interest piqued. "Really? How would you have used it, if it was your exhibition?'' You ask him.
He hums, his hand caressing his chin as he looks around the room. âFor one, Iâd have moved those sculptures over there away from the wall and into the middle here. That way you can see them from all sides with ease.â Nodding your head in slow movements, you imagine it. Honestly, you thought the same earlier when you tried to get a better look at one of the sculptures. âGood idea, but what about that corner over there?â You ask, pointing to an exceptionally crowded corner in the room. Taehyung smiles, noticing the sincere curiosity in your voice. âThe paintings are too big to be so close together. But if it was my exhibition⊠I would use this wall for my small paintings and hang the best one on the wall over there.âÂ
You turn around, facing the wall heâs pointing to. Itâs the wall opposite of the entrance to this exhibition, the surface of it a plain white. You grin. Itâs the widest wall in this room. âOne painting on a wall this big? How big a canvas do you usually paint on?â You ask, facing Taehyung once again. Shaking his head slowly, he says âThatâs the point. Wouldnât you be curious to see whatâs so special about a small painting to have it displayed so obnoxiously?â Now that he mentions it, you probably would ask yourself this exact question. âSo Iâd hang my favorite piece right there. And it would be the first thing the visitors would see, too. That way theyâre greeted with the best piece and get curious about the rest of the exhibition.â He goes on, a gentle smile still on his lips as he looks at the wall, probably imagining one of his paintings on it instead of the five small sculptures in front of it. âAnd the idea of displaying my favorite work as the first thing anyone sees when entering⊠I like that.â
Taking your time, you two enjoy the exhibition together, looking at the paintings, talking about what you think about them and about the techniques used to paint them. It turns out that Taehyung is into expressionism lately, so he is especially intrigued by the few more abstract works displayed. Truth be told, you would never have expected a day at a small art exhibition like this to be so fun. But with Taehyung by your side, you almost couldnât stop smiling.Â
When you both reach the entrance once again, you come to a stop. Swiftly checking the time on your phone, you realize that you have spent almost three hours here. And it was nearly five â the time youâre supposed to pick up Tyler from his playdate.Â
Facing Taehyung, you almost get nervous due to the handsome smile heâs looking at you with. âUm, I really had a great time today. Thank you for the nice companyâ you say, almost sounding shy. Taehyung nods. âYes, it was really nice. I havenât had so much fun at an exhibition before, honestly.â He chuckles, his laughter contagious as you join in.Â
His gaze softens as he looks at you. âI hope we can do this again sometimeâŠâ These few words of his elicit a warm feeling to spread in your chest. âYes⊠Me too.â Feeling your smile grow bigger as he grins at you, you watch him fetch his phone from his coat pocket as he asks âWould you like to exchange numbers?â It is almost embarrassing how fast your head begins to nod on itâs own accord as you say âSure!â and exchange phones with him to save your number in his and vice versa.Â
When you hand him his phone once again, you couldnât look any happier than you are right now. âThank you for today. Iâll make sure to message you soon, but I really need to get going now!â And with these words, you make your way out of the City Hall, sparing one last glance back at Taehyung as he waves you goodbye with a big boxy smile on his face.
âMama! Iâm so hungry~!â You hear your little son whine as he hugs one of your legs. Youâre currently stood in front of the stove, stirring some vegetables in your frying pan as you prepare dinner. âYes, I know Ty. Mamaâs hungry tooâ you say in a giggle.
Hanna, who often comes by for dinner like she did today, then calls your son over to the dining table, which she is sitting at. âWhy donât you help Mama by getting some plates for us, hm?â She asks with a smile, patting his head as he nods and scurries off to a nearby cupboard to get the requested plates. Then, Hanna looks to you. âSo you went to that art exhibition in the City Hall today, right?â She asks, resting her cheek on her hand.
Nodding, you turn off the stove. âYeah, it was better than expected! I actually had a lot of fun there.â Seeing Tylerâs struggle to place the plates on the table, Hanna giggles and helps him. The table is nearly the same height as the little boy, after all. âReally?â She then asks. âYou know, I really donât understand why you got that office job if you could have done something art related instead.â She then says, watching you serve the dinner you prepared. You sigh. âI ask myself that too sometimes, you knowâŠâ At that, Hanna laughs.
And thus you talk about your day with Hanna and your son while having dinner together. Tyler is more than thrilled to tell you of his adventures he went on with his friend today. From catching ladybugs over his friend nearly falling off a tree in his garden when they climbed it. Itâs nice to hear your son being so happy. He is the most important person in your life, after all. So knowing that heâs happy and healthy is all it needs to make you happy as well.Â
A few hours later, after finishing dinner and cleaning up together, you take Tyler to bed and sing his favorite lullaby to him until heâs fast asleep. Making sure that he is tucked in well, you then leave his room and close the door behind you with a smile.Â
âYouâre a good mother, you know?â Hanna suddenly says, grinning at you from her seat on your couch. You giggle, thanking her for the compliment. âIâm trying my best, as you know.â
Patting the empty seat next to her, your best friend says âI know, (Y/N). Youâre doing great, believe me.â Once you take the seat next to her, she then nudges your arm. âNow tell me who that guy was that you walked around the City Hall with today.âÂ
Almost choking on the shocked gasp of air you take at that question, you ask âHow do you know that!?â Hanna laughs wholeheartedly before she responds. âJiwoo saw you there today and asked me if I knew anything about him. She asked me if you had a boyfriend.â Still giggling, she watches your mouth open and close like that of a fish in disbelief. Jiwoo is the mother of one of Tylerâs friends in kindergarten and also a friend of Hanna. You didnât even notice that she was at the exhibition too. âIâm speechless.â You finally manage to say before giggling yourself. âI canât believe how quick things like these spreadâŠâ
Nodding, Hanna obviously doesnât plan on letting lose yet. âSo who is he?â She asks. You bite your lower lip before you look at her with innocent eyes. âThat um⊠His name is Taehyung. I met him at the art course and he told me about the exhibition back then.â Hanna interrupts you. âSo you went there to meet him?â The smirk on her face clearly shows her amusement. âNo!â You quickly dismiss her accusation. â...Ok, maybe.âÂ
Laughing once again, Hanna pats your shoulder. âOh (Y/N), youâre blushing!â Quickly raising a hand to your cheek, your eyes widen as you realize that sheâs right. âDoes that mean that you like that Taehyung guy?â She asks, leaning closer in interest. Sighing, you shrug. âI donât know⊠We had a lot of fun at the exhibition. Heâs really nice and weâve shared interesting conversations. And, um, heâs also very handsome. I almost feel like Iâm developing a crush on him, even though thatâs ridiculous! I barely even know himâŠâÂ
Honestly, it feels so relieving to finally talk about what has been on your mind this whole day. Since you left the exhibition, youâve been wondering if this is really a premature crush on a stranger or just interest in his unique personality. Or that unspecifiable spark that just draws you in to him. Talking about it to the one friend you trust the most really helps to bring some light into the dark here.Â
âHmm, sounds like a crush to meâ Hanna says mockingly, laughing when you playfully swat at her arm. âHow did it end then, did you ask him on a date?â She then asks, sounding genuinely interested. Shaking your head, you say âNo. But we did exchange numbers to meet again someday.â Seeing the big smile on Hannaâs face, you watch her as she leans back. âSee, thatâs a start at least. He wants to meet you again, thatâs a good sign, donât you think?â Now smiling yourself, you nod bashfully. âYeah⊠I guess it is.âÂ
The next monday morning, you rush to your seat in the office. You almost overslept, got ready with Tyler within less than thirty minutes and dropped him off at his kindergarten before rushing to your own workplace right after. Hastily logging into the time tracking application on your computer, you sigh in relief when you see that you made it just in time with one minute to spare before your shift officially starts.Â
âGood morning, (Y/N)â A familiar voice says while placing a coffee on the desk in front of you. Looking up, youâre greeted by your coworker Jeongguk smiling down at you. âOverslept again?â He asks and takes a seat at his desk right next to yours. Quietly thanking him for the coffee, you nod. âYes. I donât know why but I must have forgotten to set my alarm last night. Tyler woke me up by knocking on my door this morning.â
Jeongguk laughs and shakes his head. âHonestly, who of you both is the child again?â You giggle and take a sip from your steaming mug, hissing and flailing a hand in front of your face when you realize that itâs too hot to drink yet.Â
Jeongguk is right. Who is the kid again?
A few hours later, youâre so immersed in your current papers that you barely notice your other colleague, Namjoon, coming over to your desk to ask for your help. When he taps your shoulder, you apologize and ask him to repeat his question.Â
âI have a problem with these papers. Theyâre filed as âcompletedâ but Mr. Kim left me a note, saying the latest bill hadnât been paid yet. Have you heard anything of it?â You hum in thought, trying to recall the clientâs name, before you look it up in your computer. âI think we got that payment last week, maybe someone confused it with their sister company?â You mumble as you click through a few lists, Namjoon leaning on your desk to look at the screen with you.Â
And just when you are about to say âThere it isâ, you suddenly hear a slapping noise and a yelp coming from Namjoonâs throat before he turns around and catches Jeonggukâs arm before the latter is able to flee. âJeon Jeongguk, is this how you treat your supervisor!?â He asks, pulling the younger, laughing man closer to headlock him.Â
Watching the scene unfold right next to your desk, you giggle and roll your eyes. It wasnât unusual for Namjoon and Jeongguk to cause a ruckus like this every once in a while. They have known eachother for years, something about having been in the same club back in college, and are very close friends today. So their friendly play fights donât surprise anyone in the office anymore.Â
âI told you to stop bending over desks and presenting your butt to the people around! Thatâs what you get for flashing us all on the daily!â Jeongguk says inbetween laughs as he fights the older man off of him.Â
Clearing your throat with a grin, you try to regain Namjoonâs attention. âI found it, Namjoon.â He quickly turns back to you with a happy smile. âYou did? Great, where do I find it?â Showing him that someone must have noted the payment on the wrong company name, just like you had guessed, you quickly correct that mistake together with Namjoon before he thanks you and leaves to go back to his seat again.Â
âHonestly, Jeongguk. Slapping your coworkerâs butt in the middle of the office is one way to greet him back after his two week vacation.â You then say with a giggle, not even looking at the man sat next to you. He just laughs along and says âThatâs my way of showing him that I missed him, you know?âÂ
Jeongguk is older than you by one year, yet you sometimes feel like you have to watch over a kid, no matter if youâre off or at work. And just when you think this, you notice your phone blinking, signalling you that you have received a message.Â
You close the window of the list you were examining until now and spare a glance on your phone to check who the message is from, only to feel a warm rush of excitement rising in you as you read the contact name â Kim Taehyung.
"Good morning (Y/N), how are you?''Â
The message was simple, could even be considered a basic conversation starter. And yet, you felt like it was something so special and personal. Your behavior reminds you of the time back in high school, receiving the first of many messages from your back then crush. And just like that, you feel like a teenie in love again.Â
"Good morning Taehyung! âïž I'm fine, how are you? đ''Â
You type the message but hesitate when you're about to tap on 'send'. Are the emojis too much? But it seems so cold without them⊠Or does it seem unprofessional? Then again, do you even want to sound professional when messaging Taehyung?Â
Biting your lip, you just press send and quickly abandon your phone on the very edge of your desk, trying to focus on the tables and lists on your computer once again.Â
But just when you're halfway through analysing and organizing the results of the latest customer survey, you see the screen of your phone light up when a new message arrives.Â
Too curious to stop yourself, you reach for the phone. Taehyung was quick to respond, it seems.Â
"I'm good too, thank you! đ I was wondering if you're free tonight?''Â
Again, you bite your lip â a nervous habit you couldn't seem to get rid of since college, if not longer. You really want to reply with 'yes, sure', or something along those lines. However, it is a monday night. Not only do you have work tomorrow morning, but mondays are Tyler's and your special movie night.Â
It started when you two discovered a new show, a new episode being broadcasted every week. At first you had your doubts about it's suitability for children like your son, but it turned out to be just perfect for the two of you. And it was kind of endearing to see your little son so captivated by a romance drama every time.Â
"Sorry, I have plans tonight⊠But I'm free on the weekend!'' You respond, again hesitating a second or two before sending the message.Â
Just like before, Taehyung's response is quick as he doesn't seem to mind and asks you to meet him on Saturday instead. Feeling the infamous tickling of butterflies in your stomach, you agree and feel yourself smiling from ear to ear. Is this a date? To be honest, you somewhat hope it is.Â
But just when you're so lost in your daze, you hear Jeongguk ask "(Y/N), are you alright?''
You turn to him, your face clearly showing how surprised you are about hearing his voice. "Me? Sure, why shouldn't I be?'' You ask and get even more confused as he just grins and shakes his head, looking back on the screen in front of him. "Just checking on you and your flaming red cheeks'' He finally says, sending a smug smirk your way.
It was a natural reaction of Hanna to offer you help and watch over Tyler this weekend. She seemed more excited than you when you told her about your date. Yes, you were just going to call it a date now. Not just because you hope for it to be one, but because Hanna convinced you that it very much is one indeed.Â
So this Saturday you got ready early in the morning, not wanting to possibly run late today. Examining yourself in the mirror one last time, you grin in satisfaction. Itâs been a while since you last dressed up and did your makeup so thoughtfully.Â
âMama, you look really pretty!â You suddenly hear Tyler giggle as he appears next to you, his big eyes shining as they wait to lock with yours. The genuine compliment makes you smile even more as you crouch down to thank him and kiss his cheek. âYouâre going to be a real charmer someday, you know?â You tell him, patting his head as he grins, his chest swelling with pride.Â
âAre you leaving already?â Hanna then asks, leaning in the doorway to the living room as she watches you hugging your little son goodbye. Nodding, you stand up. âYes, weâre supposed to meet in half an hour.â
Your best friend smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up. âSweep him off his feet, beautifulâ She says with a wink, making you giggle as you roll your eyes. âIâll see what I can doâ you retord, waving her goodbye before grabbing your purse and making your way outside.Â
Honestly, you feel a bit guilty for leaving Tyler behind once again. But whatelse are you supposed to do? You really want to tell Taehyung about your son, to let him know why youâre so busy and in a rush most of the time. These past couple of days youâve been texting him almost non-stop. He always replies just minutes after youâve sent your message, effortlessly keeping a conversation going for hours this way. Even if you take several hours to respond to his messages. He asked you about your job, your hobbies, asked for your opinion on an idea for a painting he had⊠It feels to you like you have told him everything of interest about you by now. Everything except this one big secret â your 5 year old son.
All Taehyung knows is that you moved to Seoul several years ago to live with your boyfriend of that time. You told him that it didnât work out in the end, your boyfriend leaving you after a few years to pursue a promising career in Busan and to start a new life without you there. What you didnât tell Taehyung, though, was that your boyfriend had left you because you had gotten pregnant. He wasnât ready to become a father yet, given that you were both in your early twenties back then. But the countless arguments the two of you had never changed your opinion. He wanted you to abort the child, told you to âget rid of it before itâs too lateâ. And that was when the final line was crossed and you both realized â this relationship was not going to have a future.Â
So you broke off on rather⊠Well, not good terms. Maybe neutral would be the better word to describe it. You couldnât blame him for not feeling ready to raise a child at that time. What you do blame him for, though, is the way he refuses to take any responsibility for you and Tyler. He left you behind, stopped paying child support after a few months and completely cut ties with you and your newborn son as soon as he somehow managed to get through many sessions in court without any negative outcomes for him.Â
So to say that you are afraid of telling Taehyung, a man you have barely known for longer than two weeks, would be an understatement. You feel bad for not mentioning Tyler, but you also fear that Taehyung might reject you, not even giving you a chance if he knew about your son. It is selfish and hurts you deeply, but you canât bring yourself to reveal this secret to him yet.
Stepping inside, your nervous eyes scan the area for the male youâre supposed to meet today. You see a group of three elderly women drinking tea in one corner, a young couple sat in front of one of the windows nearby and sharing a cake, but you donât see anyone who looks like Taehyung.Â
Turning your head to look to the entrance, you smile bashfully as your eyes lock almost instantly with Taehyungâs dark orbs. Like a man on a mission, he makes his way straight towards you and reveals the charming boxy smile you couldnât get off your mind for the last few days. âHello (Y/N). Youâre very early, did you wait for long?â He greets you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze as he walks past you to take the empty seat opposite of you before you even have time to stand up and greet him properly. Shaking your head, you reply âNo, I just arrived a minute or two ago. I was worried that I might not find it right away, so I came a little earlier than neededâŠâ You confess, looking at the menu card in your hands to avoid his eyes as you speak. You donât need to look at him to know that his eyes are currently taking in your whole appearance, looking at you from head to toe. âYouâve never been here before?â He asks casually and smiles as soon as you dare to meet his eyes after all. âNo. To be honest, I didnât even know this place existsâŠâ You admit, your lips curving upwards just slightly. Taehyung laughs at that, his deep voice sounding even better when creating such beautiful sounds of happiness. âThen I better make this day memorable so you donât forget about itâs existence, huh?âÂ
And you honestly donât doubt that heâs going to succeed at that.
Lol, Iâm so sorry for stopping here! But I felt like I just canât split the actual date so Iâm saving the rest for the next chapter. đ
I hope you enjoyed this chapter nonetheless. Let me know what you think in a quick message, I donât bite! đ (Donât you just hate it when people say that? lmao)
You guys... I've spent the last night writing the next chapter of Inspiration is Motivation for hours đ I had the most random rush of inspiration around 2am and just went with it lmao
But good news for you: Inspiration is Motivation | Chapter 01 is coming very very soon, so stay tuned đđ
Hi! I've read the first part to Inspiration is motivation and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed it! :) I really like the concept and really look forward to how the fic continues! You wrote it very well so please stay motivated and healthy, love!
Hello! đ€ Thank you so much! Your feedback really means a lot to me! I'm glad that this fanfic is doing so well, I didn't expect that at all, lol! So you saying you like the concept makes me really happy! đ
Fanfiction | Dancer!Jimin x Photographer!Reader (M)
Genres: Romance, Angst, Smut, Friends to lovers
His movements are the most beautiful sight, impossible to capture in a motionless photograph. Whenever Jimin dances you seem to get lost in a different world. He is your biggest inspiration, your muse, your best friend and possibly something more. But what do you really mean to him?
The grunge!Jimin fic is gonna be a thing very soon... đ Like, I wrote 2k words in about one and a half hours. I'm kind of scared of myself atm, I've never written that fast before! Lmao
Your brows furrow at the earlier statement of your best friend, Hanna.
"Believe me, it'll help you to relax for a few hours and I'll take good care of Ty."
You have no doubt about the latter. Hanna might be that stereotype single woman who likes to go out for a couple drinks every so often, but she is a reliable caretaker and one ridiculously good cook. Based on this, she was an absolute blessing the last two times she watched over your son. However, you still feel a little uneasy about her suggestion.
"I don't know... Tyler is kind of stubborn and moody lately, how could I leave you both alone for nearly four full hours? Not to mention that I can paint at home if I want to, I don't need to go to some weird art course..." you try to defy yourself. The idea of entrusting Hanna with your five year old son for so long worries you. Just the thought of it causes a bad feeling to spread throughout your body. Hanna just rolls her eyes, however. "Listen. I already signed you up for that course this Saturday. It's supposed to start at eleven, won't go past three in the afternoon and you can calmly come back home to Tyler and me having a great time without setting your apartment on fire."
You can't fight down the amused giggle at her statement before you sigh. "Hanna, I really don't-..." you begin, only to be interrupted mid-sentence. "Yes, you do want to try it. I'll be here at 10 this Saturday and you can either go to that course or stay here with us and bathe in my judgment."
And here you are, two days later and sat on a chair in front of an empty canvas and an A3 sized sketchpad, surrounded by strangers who, just like you, are waiting for the course to begin.
You take this time to inspect the equipment provided to you. Brushes and pencils of rather good quality, however accompanied by a cheap, fizzy eraser. The watercolor paint seems decent enough. But the big bottles of acrylics and oils on the desk in the middle of the room, accessible for everyone in it, clearly are not top-notch quality. That of course does not mean it is bad per se, you just might have expected something fancier in the art department of the local Community College.
Your train of thoughts comes to an abrupt stop when you hear someone opening the big wooden door and entering the room, a deep but smooth voice wishing you and your fellow course participants a good morning. The slender figure who just stepped into the room makes your eyes grow wide the second you lay your eyes on him. He is tall, with model like features, facial as well as bodywise. His fashion sense clearly is a little extravagant, for he wears a way too oversized dress shirt with a pair of what almost seemed to be pajama pants of some sort, and a matching beige colored beret topping his head. The big round glasses topping his nose make you curious. Does he need them to see? Or were they simply added to this retro outfit because they fit the vibe?
"I'm glad you all made it here on time, unlike myself" he then speaks while rummaging in the bag he has just placed on top of the desk in the front of the room. You hear quiet giggles erupting from two slightly older women in the back. His lips curve into a handsome smile, not even needing to show the whites of his teeth to make you doubt the existence of a man with such impressive visuals. Yet, you feel kind of stupid for the way you swoon over his looks like a teenager, despite being a grown woman with a child waiting for her to return home.
The young man claps his hands together as if to catch everyone's attention, even though he already possesses the full concentration of everyone in this room. "Now, I'd like to start by introducing myself, if that's alright by you."
He swiftly turns to the chalkboard behind himself and writes down what you assume to be his name.
"My name is Kim Taehyung and I teach traditional art at the local University. But as you can tell, I'm also hosting art courses like this one once a week, while also working as a hobby freelance artist. So I guess you could say that art is my passion."
There it is again. That charming smile of his as he tends to the attentive group of people in front of him. "But enough of me, I think we're all here to improve our skills, so how about we start with some easy warm ups to get creative first?" You notice everyone responding by nodding or already flipping over the cover of the massive sketchpad in front of them to reveal a blank page. Imitating your 'classmates', you flip open your sketchpad and face Mr. Kim again.
He begins by instructing everyone to warm up their wrists by drawing circular shapes of several sizes and shading them to your heart's content to make yourself familiar with the medium you're using. Another hint of his is to try the different art materials provided to each one of the participants and see which one you'd preferably work with today.
A couple minutes later, you can tell Mr. Kim valued his participants' individuality. Only giving a rough theme for the artwork you are supposed to create, he left everything else to you. "Warm Autumn" was the theme he came up with and your mind immediately drifts off into what you would like to call your âcreative modeâ. Images of brown leaves, soft breezes of air and fluffy fabrics of knitwear come to your mind. Thus, you begin by settling on a color palette in warm brown, red and yellow tones and soon start by sketching an idea.
Mr. Kim does no longer talk to the whole course. Instead, he begins to slowly walk around the classroom and take a look at everyone's approaches on the topic. Usually, you'd get so engulfed in your works that you would blend out most of your surroundings. However, Mr. Kim's presence makes it hard for you to fully concentrate on the sketch before you like you usually would. You don't even need to look up to know where Mr. Kim currently stood at, while he gradually comes closer to where you are seated at.
The sound of his steps approaching you slowly sends shivers down your spine, just like the feeling of him standing right beside you, wordlessly examining your sketch. You can't keep from glancing up at his face as his gaze remains locked on the paper before you, an approving look surfacing on his face. He then glances at your face, his eyes meeting yours immediately as he leans down a bit to speak to you with a quieter, low voice. "Nice choice of motives. Do you have an idea for the final composition already?"
You feel your cheeks heating up as you mumble out a shy "Um, kind of", unsure of how to feel about the genuine interest Mr. Kim shows. It's been a while since someone other than your son Tyler had commented on one of your works. The young artist next to you smiles. "You're a fast one, huh? I like that. But let me know if you need anything, alright?" His voice is just as unique as his appearance. And the more you get to hear of it, the more you come to like the sound of it. Nodding your head with a smile, you thank him before he smiles back and moves on to the next participant of his course.
By the end of the course, you have created a piece you are rather proud of - the motives assembled in a harmonic way, adding to the calm and welcoming atmosphere of your painting. Throughout the creation process of it, Mr. Kim came around every once in a while to praise you for your ideas or help you improve parts of your piece in ways you wouldn't have been able to think of yourself. You have actually truly enjoyed today. At the end of the course, Mr. Kim gives his final speech in which he thanks everyone for participating and gives some last advice before sending everyone home with their final artworks. You had just put the materials you had used back to where you got them from, ready to pack your things to leave, when Mr. Kim approaches you with a gentle smile. "(Y/N), am I right?" He addresses you, your heart seemingly skipping a beat at the way your name sounds when spoken with his smooth voice. "Yes, that would be me" you say, turning to him with faked confidence. In reality, something about this Kim Taehyung makes you feel like a shy teenager again. He smiles apologetically as he asks "Do you perhaps have a minute or two to talk? If you're not in a hurry to be somewhere, that is."
To be honest, you want to apologize and leave right now. Tyler is waiting for you at home, after all. And so is Hanna. But your head nods on itâs own accord before your mind could stop it from doing so. What are a few minutes anyway, right?
"Great! Actually, I was curious to see how your piece turned out. To be honest, I didn't really get to look at it yet," he then says as he regards your artwork which is still on the easel at your seat. Examining it interestedly, he chuckles. "You're really talented, you know? This can't have been the first time youâve painted something like this."
Your lips curve upwards in a bashful smile. "Ah, well actually... It's kind of my hobby. It's just that I haven't had much time to pursue it recently..." you answer. A soft humming noise resonates in his throat before he faces you again. "Are you interested in modern art too?" He suddenly asks, catching you a little off guard. "Modern art?" You repeat, to which he nods. "There's an art exhibition at the City Hall next friday. The main focus of it lays on contemporary artists and most works shown there are paintings and sculptures, rather than installations or anything like that. But I have a feeling that you might like it." You aren't sure where he was aiming at with this information, but you appreciate it. Mirroring his friendly smile, you say "It does sound interesting, yes. But I'm really busy lately, I'm not sure if I'll be able to go."
Mr. Kim seems understanding as he nods. "Well, if you do make it, maybe we'll meet there." He responds, making you nod slowly as you mumble a barely audible "That'd be nice." You want to ask him if there'd also be works of his exhibited there, remembering that he introduced himself as a freelance artist earlier, but the sound of your phone vibrating in your pocket interrupts you. "Ah, sorry" you then say, quickly looking at your phone to see messages of Hanna coming in. Itâs nothing serious, just questions about whether Tyler still takes naps after lunch or not, since he apparently got a little energy boost after having eaten well. But it is urgent enough for you to decide that it is time to go home now. "I better get going now. Today was really nice, thank you. And thank you for telling me about the art exhibition, too. As you said, maybe we'll meet there." You speak as you collect your belongings and art piece, Mr. Kim nodding calmly and smiling as he wishes you a nice day before you leave.
On your way home, you keep thinking about today's events. About the fun you have had while painting for the first time in months and the useful help Mr. Kim had offered. The giddy feeling you got whenever he would lean in to talk to you quietly with that soothing deep voice of his. You have really had a great day, even if you still feel a little awkward for being so affected by the male's looks and kind words. But who could blame you, if said artist looks like a piece of art himself?
Arriving at home, the first thing you notice right after opening the front door is the welcoming scent of warm pancakes coming from your kitchen. Peeking past the doorframe, you smile at the sight of your best friend and son pouring dough into a frying pan together, your little son giggling in excitement.
"Hello you two" you greet the diligently working duo and laugh when your son immediately comes running to you to hug your legs and welcome you back excitedly. Crouching down to meet his eyes, you then give him a kiss on his cheek and smile at him. "Did you have a nice time with Hanna?" You ask, your smile widening when Tyler nods eagerly. "Yes! Hanna knows so many fun games for two! We played hide and seek too!â You give Hanna a glance, relieved to see her smiling just as happily as your little son. For some reason youâre always worried that he might be a little too challenging for her sometimes, but seeing her reaction to his happy storytelling, you have no doubt that she adores your son almost as much as you do.
Getting up to greet your friend properly with a short hug, you then look at the pile of pancakes on the kitchen counter. "Someone seems to be hungry, huh" you comment, Hanna rolling her eyes as she speaks, avoiding the topic. "How was the art course?"
You can feel Tyler leaning against your legs, silently requesting your attention. Picking him up to hold him close, you then begin to tell Hanna about the building, the people there, the fun you had when painting something from start to finish for the first time in ages, and in the end you thank her for having made this possible. Yet, a very specific detail you keep to yourself for now ïŒ Kim Taehyung.
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