#painter!jimin

[musicalmagic]

The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 6

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

A/N: I know...I couldn’t stop the flow of my writing after posting chapter 5 today. SOO! Here you go <3

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Word count: 937

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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You two had been texting back and forth in lead up to the gallery’s opening. Jimin’s excited emojis always made you smile. From what he told you, Jimin was getting other paintings ready in time. Featuring his friends like Taehyung and others, including Namjoon. There were seven of them in total. You wondered how they all managed to get together despite all of their different careers.

 You didn’t ask anyways, because to you, Jimin was the one you wanted to get close to. You both just clicked in a similar way. Similarly, like Taehyung with Jimin, you felt comfortable talking to Jimin about anything. Your other friends that you worked with in the photography business were amazing to talk with, thanks to your similar interests; yet to you, you really enjoyed watching Jimin paint. His delicate strokes, the way he would study the canvas closely, that his hands would always be covered in paints of so many different colours. You just loved every part of it.

 The darkroom in your apartment was mostly full of candid shots of you and Jimin’s times together. He always jokes whenever you took a photo that you were building a shrine; if you were honest, it was sadly true. You had to take a lot of them down, Jimin always insisting to have the ones where he took some of you. Which was all the time, he loved snapping photos of you. Even if a lot of them came out blurry or at funny angles. Mostly pictures of you trying to paint, or the two of you walking around the city. You kept the first photo you took of him though, a treasured memory.

 You two were becoming closer by the day, and Jimin kept asking for you to come over to his studio. By this time, the gallery was opened for about a week.

 You packed your phone into your pocket, keys, and wallet. Locking the door to your apartment and jumping down the stairs instead of the elevator. You had asked Jimin if he could pick you up, and he had quickly replied to send your address over.

 He stood outside with a wide smile and a small car that he rested up against.

 “Jimin!” You called out happily. He waved and opened the door and you quickly as a mouse, jumped in. Shutting the door with a little more force than you had liked. Jimin only chuckled as he sat inside the driver’s side. Pulling your seatbelt over your lap and clicking in. You gave him the stink eye in response.

 “I could’ve done it myself, Jimin,” You said huffing.

 “True! But I wanted to be nice,” He replied shrugging. Then a huge smile spread across his face, “It’s the only timeeee!”

 It was your turn to giggle in half-assed amusement. Rolling your eyes with a smirk. You loved him being silly though.

 “So! My studio is…this way,” He started driving after setting in. Clicking his own seatbelt on, checking everything was okay. Only then did he start heading off. You kept glancing at him as he did, loving that he cared so much about safety.

 The drive over was again filled with light conversation. But you were getting bolder, occasionally asking questions about his love life. You knew it was a little personal at times, but you really couldn’t help it.

 Jimin always answered them truthfully, no awkward laughter either. Which you took as a good sign. Well, hoped it was. Because honestly, you had no idea what you were doing. Relationships never were your thing. Your love of photography, and having to do your part-time job never left room for anyone. But with Jimin, with Jimin you really wanted it.

 You really wanted to see him smile along with you. Really wanted to watch him paint every day, to see him grow as a person. You wanted to get to know him. Loving him as much as you could.

 “Jimin… I-” He stopped the car suddenly. Reaching across to open your door, and snapping both of your seat belts. Giddily rushing out of the car and dragging you out.

 “Tell me later! I have to show you this first!” Jimin sputtered out in excitement. Rushing up into the apartment block. Smiling at you as you headed up the elevator and passing the other rooms too quickly for you to read the floor number. Nearly dropping his keys as he pushed open the front door after unlocking it. The number of his room, ‘613’.

 It was…so open! Potted plants littered the space, aesthetically covered curtains lined every window, all shining light into the studio. An open door was to your left, and you assumed it was his bedroom. In front of you was the space where he painted, and to your right was the kitchen.

 Woah! It’s so pretty! Twinkling lights were above you, he had put them up on wires crisscrossing the entire front area of the apartment. It was like looking at the night sky.

 “It’s even prettier at night,” He said quietly. So softly, you thought.

 Jimin turned to you. Dropping the keys into a bowl behind you. Bashfully grinning up cheekily.

 “Actually, I asked you repeatedly because I wanted to talk to you. I-I mean! It wasn’t serious, I promise!” He stumbled over his words as he spoke, and you really wanted to hug him. It was so cute at the way he talked. He laughed nervously as he continued, “I uh…”

 He blurted, “Go out with me?”

 Your world stopped as soon as the words left his mouth…

What do I do?

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The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 4

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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Jimin had asked you to stand in front, and had carefully asked you if you could take your shoes off. Which confused you at first, but Jimin had slowly explained that his next couple paintings were all about showing the difference between natural and man-made. The gallery he spoke highly of was, in his words, “showcasing natural beauty”. He didn’t yet know that his comment coloured your cheeks a reddish pink so easily.

“So…like this?” You added as he spun you gently, his dainty hands resting softly against your shoulders. You felt his fingertips against your clothed skin flood you with warmth, it made you a little dizzy if you were honest. Jimin chuckled; heading straight into a fast-paced laugh as you suddenly shot your arms out widely to dissipate the feeling you felt. You moved them around in a janky wave to get him to laugh again, sending pricks of warmth up your spine as it reached your ears and making you smile in turn.

“Yes, yes! Now stop it! I can’t paint if you’re moving too much!” He said in-between giggles; it felt like you two had been friends for a long time.

You dropped your arms to your sides, the camera hanging around your neck bumping into your chest at the movement. You noticed Jimin was now silently watching you, making you blush heavily again.

“What?” You asked.

“What?” He repeated quickly, breathlessly. Cutely.

“Aren’t you going to paint now?” You said a little too fast, jumpy.

Jimin nodded, hesitantly picking up his brushes and mixing some of the colours that he needed, you standing awkwardly on the incline of the hill. Shifting weight from one foot to the other in a bid to keep yourself steady and less nervous. Jimin looked so focused, you thought to yourself.

So peaceful. Your careful hands reach for the camera resting against your chest, swiftly and expertly snapping a shot of his concentrated gaze. His brows furrowed in attention, soft hair floating in front of his eyes as Jimin focused on the colours on his palette. Your mind feeling lightheaded as his practiced hand formed the colours, mixing confidently. A person that knows what do to at their craft always made you feel a little giddy. Made you feel more attracted to them. And god when you stared at Jimin painting gently yet confidently made you want to stay by him.

You asked a little more softly, “Jimin?”

He hummed in response; his eyes too focused at the canvas to really answer.

“Do you,” you trailed off, doubt beginning to course through you suddenly, “N-Nevermind…”

He shrugged peacefully at that, quietly adding, “That’s okay. No worry.”

Jimin brushed on the colours a little bit rough, you notice. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, light sighs fell from his lips as he tried to fix the stroke he made. It troubled you hearing him sound so worried over it, “Jimin, everything okay?”

He huffed, gripping the brush a little tighter, you saw his knuckles go slightly whiter than before, “No…no it’s—it’s not good…” He muttered under his breath, something you couldn’t catch.

From where you stood, you began to hike up the small hill to his side, taking a glance at his work. It seemed fine to you, but to Jimin, you guessed it wasn’t done well as much as he hoped it’d be. You watched his grip on the brush falter, and you felt more worried than before.

“Hey, Jimin…” You said soothingly. He turned to see you standing next to him; you hadn’t noticed that tears had fallen, it made your heart break at the sight.

“Jimin,” you called, “Hey, hey…It’ll be okay! Look at me,” you said gently. His eyes slowly drifted up to meet yours, “Jimin, the painting is perfect. You’re perfect, please don’t look so sad. It was only one miss stroke; you can colour over it.”

Jimin still looked at you sadly, glancing away to stare at the canvas, “It’s not…I can’t fix this,” you heard him mutter.

“Yes, you can. Look,” you point to the stroke along your jacket, “If you dabbed another similar colour here, you can make it look all dusty-like, right? Would blending it in with that colour work okay?” You suggested, biting your lip as you watched him.

“Y/N, what would I do without you,” he smiled, wiping his tears with the cuff of his long-sleeved shirt; paint brush still in his hand.

“I dunno… Not have anyone to paint?” He chuckled happily at that, pleasantly heating up your skin.

“Yes, that works out,” Jimin said, his crescent smile beaming toward you, “Now, I think I might have finally fixed this,” he hummed again.

“Could you go back to stand where you were?” He asked you quickly. You nodded, gladly heading down, loving that his smile had returned.

He dabbed another colour onto where the messed-up stroke was, making your brown-yellowed jacket look dustier than it was; yet you knew it was a creative thing. You smiled to yourself, at Jimin, how his concentrated look had returned full swing. Glancing at you now and again to check if he painted you right, and if you were honest, every time he stared at you, a shiver ran down your spine, your heart beating a little louder in your chest.

I dunno how I’m gonna survive this… You thought to yourself as Jimin smiled at you. A thumbs up signalling he finished.

You laugh a little as he nearly knocked over the easel in excitement.

What am I to do??

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The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 3

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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It was a couple days after you met Jimin, and if you were honest to yourself, you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t spoken to him quite as quickly as you wanted to. You two had exchanged texts back and forth occasionally, yet you wanted to speak to him face to face. But after meeting him, you suddenly experienced a bout of creativity that was as endlessly immense as a waterfall; rushing and crashing to escape your once damp and dry mind. It was the spark that you needed as you poured yourself into your camera, reorganising the dark room with a renewed fire in your nerves, discovering that some shots you actually adored and others that you decided were rightfully needing work. It was in those couple days after a chance meeting with Jimin that you realised you wanted this to be your job, a full-time job. Rather than the cashier work you did. Of course, however, you did also think to stay on part-time. The pay was immensely helpful for rent and everything else, and you knew that creational photography needed networking.

It made you sigh, disappointed that so many things had to be done. Actually, it made you sad more than anything. Sad that society seemed to want so much of your time, yet little of your passions. The sparked flame that you had, felt more like it’d last as only for a hobby.

But when you remembered Jimin, he had seemed so carefree. You felt admiration for him through the way his hands seemed to always be covered in paint, the apron he wore splashed with so many bright colours that it made you slightly dizzy staring at it, the gentle smile and his sparkling eyes full of life that took your breath away every time you thought of him. It wasn’t just the way his brush strokes were so gentle, so light, it was his very personality. How he could switch from being mysterious to being a nervous, gentle man. It caused a flurry of butterflies in your chest, that took over you every message he sent you.

Oh, how did such a person manage to cause such an emotion in you?

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Jimin had called out of the blue one day as you were cleaning the lens of your camera, startingly you out of your serenity.

“Y/N! I just wanted to call to tell you, I got a job!” He abruptly said excitedly over the phone. You had your camera sitting in the middle of your lap, the cloth you used in your other hand. Even though he couldn’t see you, you tilted your head in confusion.

What was he talking about? You wondered.

“Jimin, Jimin, you need to slow down!” You managed to utter in his frenzied excitement. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“W-Well, an old friend of mine had recommended me to a gallery over a month ago, they just called to tell me that I was accepted to submit artwork there! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity Y/N!” Between giggles and happy whoo-hoos, he pushed on to continue to say how amazing this was.

“A gallery Y/N! A gallery!! You have absolutely no idea how big a deal this is! It’s simply nothing short of extraordinary!”

You smiled to yourself, hearing him be so ecstatic at such news sent warm fuzzy feelings straight to your heart. You thought that it was nothing more than happiness to the news and how cheerful it made Jimin, but truthfully you started to have feelings for the older painter a year older than yourself. His soft angelic voice humming tunes of happy notes as he spoke; it made you melt as you heard him talk so fast, with so much passion.

“Y/N, Y/N! There’s got to be a way for you to see me right now! There’s something I just can’t get out of my mind ever since I painted you the other day!” He stammered out.

“Jimin, Jimin,” you repeated jokingly, “Yeah I can come over in a bit. Where do you want meet?”

“Your favourite place of course!” Okay, that was just unfair. You felt another flurry of butterflies, he remembered…

“Sure! Be there in 20!” You reply into the phone delightedly.

You were going to see Jimin again!

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This time up on the hill, it wasn’t as windy, but you brought an umbrella in case the weather changed drastically. Melbourne’s abrupt mood swings never seemed to cease, even in Summer. You had also brought your camera in case any candid shots of Jimin stood out to you. Speaking of, Jimin, he had once again brought up his easel and a small palette in one hand; a canvas already propped up against the semi-large easel. Acrylic paints scattered on a wooden rest plate just below the canvas, and Jimin’s brushes neatly packed in a carry bag open on the grass at his feet.

He greeted you with his crescent-eyed smile, and you catch yourself feeling a little light-headed.

When you steadily hiked up the hill to where he was, you noticed that he was already beginning another painting. This time of the street, his delicate strokes of paint highlighting interest that only a painter would see. You noted Jimin’s lack of greys, and instead he was mixing it in with brighter colour; which made you smile to yourself.

So very Jimin like.

“So, Mr Painter, what are you going to be painting today?” You asked humorously.

“Hmm…I was thinking of just making it a landscape again, but I think it’s missing something again,” He implied with an uptake of tone.

You cracked a grin, blush scattered your cheeks as you said, “Want me to be your muse?”

“If you don’t mind?”

That was all he needed to say.

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The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 2

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter's muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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Park Jimin, or Jimin, as he told you to call him, picked up his brush as you headed on down the hill. You felt yourself almost slip on the wet grass, and a worried flush of nerves pinged in your bones. You wonder to yourself how Jimin managed to paint on such a windy day. You chuck it up to a steady grip, shrugging to yourself as you lay on the grass; wincing at the coldness. Holding your camera gently on your lap, fiddling with it to cover the lens, you waited for Jimin to paint you in to his artwork. From where you were, you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him awash the gust that pushed your back up towards the hill. Jimin painted slowly, you could hear as each stroke on the canvas reached your ears.

Yup, a steady grip, you thought as you listened. The grass’s water seeping into your clothes every second made you shiver coolly as another blast of wind threatened to knock you over. Jimin still brushed slow and steadily, the cold obviously didn’t affect him. Which kind of pissed you off a little. Here you were, in the wet grass, waiting for this mysterious man to hurry up and finish. Yet however, you resigned as you remembered that you accepted his offer of painting you. Which only served to boil your blood a couple more degrees higher.

“Hey Jimin,” you asked in a last-ditch effort to avoid thinking, “How long have you been a painter for?”

He hummed before responding, an on-pitched note, “Quite a while. I think I started…when I was little?” Jimin paused for a moment, “But I don’t think I’m good. I’ve always thought my art wasn’t good…” You felt your heart constrict, that isn’t true. It hurt you that Jimin thought that way about his work, but in a sympathetic light you agreed with him in your own way. Many of your photos that you took were often forgotten about and rarely saw the light of day. The space of your dark room adorned many photographs that you kept unprocessed.

“…What about you?” He asked while dabbing new paint on his brush.

“Well...” You began in thought, “I guess I’m the same? My mother loves cameras; her room is hardly ever bare and she always keeps a steady stream of photos that she takes at least once a day. Mum always takes a chance to snap a quick photo of flowers or candid shots of people walking by. I suppose that love transferred to me.” You fiddled with the old, and if you’re honest, dusty camera on your lap. Mum had given it to you the other day, said that she rarely had the time to take photos anymore thanks to her job. It made you sad to see her part with it; yet you thanked her regardless.

Jimin hummed again, it sounded like he was deep in thought.

“What do you take shots of the most then?” He finally questioned.

“People,” you say right away. “I’m always curious about people’s day to day lives. What they could possibly be? What kind of existence do they have? Capturing people’s truest selves in time…It’s one thing I wonder about the most,” you drift off inside of yourself. Clutching the camera fondly, “This camera being my window into a second of an almost limitless amount of days.”

Jimin tapped your shoulder, his finger sliding off quickly as you turn. He held a brush in one hand and a palette in the other.

“I’m finished.” You gladly stood up. Wincing at the wet grass as you hastily head up the hill. When you peered your head around the canvas, you noticed that Jimin’s painting was absolutely breathtaking now. He captured you lifting the camera to the sky. The reddish-brown scarf around your neck seemed to flow around you in soft, quick brush strokes. It took the wind out of you as you stood in front of you.

“Jimin…this is incredible! How did you--?” You tore yourself away to see Jimin cover his face in embarrassment.

You reeled back, “Sorry, sorry! I’m just…amazed.”

He muttered into his hand a thank you. You wondered if you could see him again right after seeing his flushed face. You both stood there in silence however.

Jimin breaking it with another question, “C-Can I see you again?” Your fierce nod made him smile lightly.

“S-Sure,” You said right after.

“Great! Uh…here’s my number…” He enthusiastically wrote his number on a stray piece of paper. You quickly think how cute it was at the old-school method.

“Call…”

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The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 7

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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“Actually, I asked you repeatedly because I wanted to talk to you. I-I mean! It wasn’t serious, I promise!” He stumbled over his words as he spoke, and you really wanted to hug him. It was so cute at the way he talked. He laughed nervously as he continued, “I uh…”

 He blurted, “Go out with me?”

Your world stopped as soon as the words left his mouth…

What do I do?

Jimin had sprung this on you too quickly, a gasp leaving your mouth. Your mind reeling out of control. Words do have power…

 “I-I-I…” You stammered.

 Jimin scratched his neck nervously, “You don’t have to tell me right away. Take your time…I just wanted to let you know…How I feel about you…”

 “Jimin…I,” You began, a little choked up, “I actually wanted to tell you the same because turns out I like you too and I love your laughter and your smile and your passion to things and I,” you stopped yourself. Recognising that you were rambling.

 Jimin only chuckled at you, “You get so flustered Y/N. It’s hilarious.” It only makes me fall harder…

 “So…I, I do want to go with—on a date with you,” you finally finished. Fiddling the rims of your jean pockets to get rid of the jitters.

 With that, Jimin smiled widely. He looked like he wanted to hug you, but Jimin held back. Knowing that you both weren’t exclusive, just starting to date is all.

 “In that case, you want to watch a movie and call that a date?” He said casually. Walking past you to pack up the brushes in the painting area, “I only have a TV in my bedroom. This place here,” he pointed to his surroundings, “Is the living room. Technically.” He laughed.

 “U-Uh sure!” You quickly replied, “I’d love that.”

 “It’s a date then!”

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 Jimin had set up the TV, turning it on and starting Netflix, the smart TV being quite nice to use. You had a small grin as he fiddled with the cables. He told you it was because he was rarely watching TV, and you admired that. He was grounded to his passion. When he finally got it working, Jimin had immediately asked what kind of movie you liked; easy.

 “I like sci-fi…” Or not…Oh god is he going to judge me??

 “Nice. Sci-fi is a good genre. Lots to choose from though! What movie?”

 “Uh…” You blanked.

 “Edge of Tomorrow?” Jimin suggested. You just nodded. Eager to begin. He hastily got it on. Asking you to prop yourself up on his bed. Blushing, you both snuggled up together. A pleasant calmness echoed across the room.

 If you could, you would’ve wanted to stay like this forever. Wrapped in Jimin’s snug arms. Warmth flooding you every time he’d whisper about a scene. Particularly when a colourful scene would appear, he’d say, “It’s beautiful to paint or photograph, no?” The gory scene of the alien being blown up was less nice, but the scenes between the two leads and them getting closer was nice.

 You weren’t as into the action, but the world of the movie was what sucked you in. Having never seen the movie, you enjoyed it quite a bit. More so at Jimin’s questions and logic of it. His hilarious comments about the colour, or cracking jokes to make you smile when it was tense (especially near the end…suspenseful…).

 To be honest, it was one of the best dates you’ve been on. Maybe it was because you two had connected so well, or was it just because of how easy it was to stay by his side. You had no idea.

 But the best point was when you had to go home, Jimin had hugged you finally. Whispering in your ear that he’d see you again. Tingles curled its way down your spine at his soft voice, and you had drunkenly nodded your head. A smile on his lips as you gently shut the door.

  You wanted to kiss him just then…If honesty was coursing through you.

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The Painter and Photographer: Chapter 5

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

A/N: This one’s a little longer in length... Thank you for reading so far!

* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

* Word count: 1,178

* Genre: Fluff, Romance

* Warnings: None

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To your delight Jimin had finished up quicker than last time. You smiled happily as he gave you the thumbs up, his crescent-eyed twinkle lighting up his face as you headed back up the hill for the third time that day. Jimin chuckled as you photographed the moment, his arms waving up towards the camera to cover his face, both of your laughter’s singing around the both of you as you teased him.

 Jimin had quickly looked towards his pocket, and in that moment of weakness, you took a candid shot of him reaching for his phone. He answered it with a puzzled look on his face, and you wondered what it could possibly be.

 “Tae…Yeah, I’m finishing up here,” Jimin said slowly. He glanced at the canvas, eyes quickly flickering to you.

 “Uh-huh. Yup. Text me the address. I’ll bring it over to you and Namjoon,” he hung up. A satisfied expression settling on his delicate features.

 Confusion was probably written all over you, from the way you fidgeted with the camera, to you constantly shifting from foot to foot. Jimin stuffed his phone back into his pockets before talking to you.

 “So…that was Taehyung. He’s another painter that is my best friend… Who Tae is, coincidentally I might add, friends with Namjoon who owns the gallery. Actually,” he coughed into the back of his hand, which you found cute, “I didn’t expect Namjoon to accept me because I’m friends with Tae but… I’m so relieved he did!”

 You watched as Jimin packed up his paints, carefully setting the canvas on the grass, and neatly putting away his travel brushes. He was always so neat about everything; you admired that aspect of him. How he just effortlessly knew what to do.

 “Jimin…so are you heading over there now?” Jimin replied with just a quick nod, distracted by packing everything into the backpack in front of him. The palette fitting easily inside, but you wondered what he’d do about the easel.

 Is he going to carry that? You pondered.

 “Do you want help then? You’re going to be carrying that easel far…” Jimin chuckled at your comment, looking up at you from the grass. Grinning. Hard to resist that grin.

 “Do you know where Namjoon’s gallery is or something?” He laughed at your scowl, “I’m kidding, kidding!” Jimin blew out a quick huff as he lifted the bag over his shoulder. Slipping his arms easily inside the two holes and jumping up like a spring. Picking up the painting lying on the ground slowly.

 “Well, if you really want to help, mind carrying the easel?”

 You nodded enthusiastically.

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You didn’t think through this at all. It was a beautifully made easel, now that you saw it up close however. The cut of the wood smoothed out so well none stuck out that would dig into your hands as you picked it up; and it was good quality wood too! From what you knew about your limited knowledge. What you didn’t count on was how heavy the thing was! From your vantage point, Jimin was smiling like crazy; watching you tread carefully down the hill. Tip toeing quickly like in a game of ‘the floor is lava’.

 “You sure you can handle that? We can switch if you want,” Jimin said while hopping down the hill. The painting in his grasp careful not to touch the wet paint.

 “I’m okay, really!” You replied with a strained smile. He stopped, turning back to you. Jimin began to study you closer than before. Unconsciously, you were biting your lip; grip tight against the easel.

 “Y/N, switch with me,” he urged in a serious tone, “You’re struggling. Let me carry it.”

 “I can do it Jimin!” You bit back.

 He didn’t take well to that, “I don’t want you to strain yourself, if it’s too much, ask for help. Okay?” Jimin said for the final time, “Switch with me.”

 You huffed. Setting the easel down; Jimin swinging his bag to one shoulder. Transferring each other’s things. He smiled as you slipped the bag properly on yourself. Feeling the lightness of it. Jimin picked the easel up with ease, it being light for him rather than loaded.

 The rest of the way to Namjoon’s gallery was easily done. Some small conversations in bite sized pieces was talked about. Questions like “How is your day going?”, “Have you ever painted the night sky?”, “What have you photographed recently?”

 You got bold once and asked him, close to the gallery now, “Have you dated anyone recently?” Jimin laughed at the sudden question, and you had regretted asking it. But butterflies fluttered up into your chest at his answer.

 “No…I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

 Could you ever think of being with me? Was what you thought when he said it.

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 Namjoon waved the two of you inside the large space. Paintings covered in plastic to keep it protected as it was propped up against the walls; not yet ready to be hung.

 “Jimin! Good to see you, have you finished yet?” Namjoon asked, and you saw his dimple smile. You thought it was cute.

 Jimin just handed it to him. Namjoon looked him curiously. He took it away from Jimin, carrying it into the backroom. Treating it delicately.

“Well, I should head off now,” You said nervously.

 “No! Stay!” Jimin shouted at your turning back, “I-I want you to stay and meet Tae…”

 You chuckle, “Okay?”

 Tae had showed up pretty fast after Jimin told you to stay. Which you didn’t mind much, since you got to see Jimin’s joking side. How they both easily spoke to each other. Topics flying left, right and centre. It was nice watching Jimin smiling so much, you loved seeing his crescent grins.

 Taehyung had tried to engage with you too, but you were hesitant. Taehyung was nice though, he respected you when you shook your head when he asked to show you around Namjoon’s gallery. Smiling a boxy smile towards you anyways.

 Jimin asked you to look around at least a bit, and you couldn’t resist. A pang in your heart at his pleads. He took your hand and walked around with you. Pointing out the artists he knew, and explaining what Namjoon was looking for in relating to ‘natural beauty’.

 You really did want to ask him if he thought of you as beautiful. But you couldn’t do so in fear of his answer. Or none at all.

 Yet you did ask, “Do you know anyone you think of as beautiful?”

 He grinned, “Ahh, yeah I do.” Jimin looked off in fondness. I wish it was me…

 Later on in the day, you said goodbye to Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon, who had emerged out of the back room after what he said was ‘tiding up’.

 You smiled as you exited. Gleeful at the photos that you had managed to snap. The candid shots of Jimin and Taehyung laughing made you twinkle in delight.

 I hope to always see that smile of his.

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