𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 || •𝐉𝐉𝐊• ✔️

Paintings and Phones

Art was an escape nothing else could provide. As soon as the brush hit the paper, you were zoned out until you finished what you started. The colors exploding across your canvas blended together, creating a beautiful figure. A figure you recognized well. Your mother.

Hana never asked about your relationship with your mother, and you were grateful for that. It wasn't every day you were willing to offer up that information, but at the same time, you had paintings of her all around your room. She was your hero. Was is the key word.

"I don't know how I feel about Jungkook yet, he seems fine, but..."

"Even after what I told you?" you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the single carmine shade that didn't seem quite right. You mixed it a bit more, aiming to see the hue you adored so much. "He seems like an asshole to me. No offense. Who says that to someone? Honestly."

"He is an asshole, but I self-destruct and think that assholes are good for me even though I really deserve better, but I can't see that since I'm so depressed and stressed that red flags go out the window," Hana said, playing with her phone on your bed while you worked.

"Woah, someone's taking poetry classes. The fuck was that explanation? Your tragic life story?"

"'Lil bit," she replied, playing with the words as she said them. There was amusement sewn into the air, your ears bouncing with harmony as she kept speaking. "I'm mostly kidding. Mostly, not about the self-destruction part. Oh hell no, all college kids feel like self-destructing."

"Amen." You leaned back on the balls of your feet, observing the painting you had so far. There were multiple stains on your clothes, but that was nothing new. These were old clothes anyway, nothing you needed in your life for anything other than painting. Your escape. The thing that you did last night when Jungkook was an ass to you. "Do you think he's going to apologize?"

"Do assholes ever apologize?"

"If I ask nicely, maybe he'll bake me some cookies."

"There'll be poison in it."

You snort, "In that case, I'll send them to you so you can 'self-destruct'."

Hana chuckled, hopping off the bed with her phone still in-hand. She was playing one of those stupid matching games again, where you match three patterns and get rewards. It was a normal thing for her, downloading random phone games and attempting to get high scores on them. Maybe it was an obsession, but if it was, you didn't tell her anything. It was her life, not yours, you weren't about to interfere.

"Do you think he'll ever come around?" she asked, her shoving her phone into her pocket.

"To paraphrase a wise woman: do assholes ever come around?"

"Fair," she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers a bit. "I don't know, it's just been so long since I last dated anyone, do you think this is just me panicking? Cause this isn't an isolated case. Remember that one guy, Park Jimin?"

"H-o-t," you spelled out, whistling right after it, "but you let him go to a redhead instead."

"Okay the redhead was hot too, so was Jungkook's friend. What's his name? Kim something."

"Kim Namjoon. Again: h-o-t. How do you attract all these hot guys then do nothing about it? If I were you, I'd at least let them hit."

"Y/n!"

"What? It's college, we're all horny. Protection's right down the hall, my landlord puts condoms on the front desk since he knows how many college kids-"

"Okay, shush, you're mortifying me," she said with a groan, running a hand through her dark locks.

"Well someone has to do it," you replied, placing your brush on the side and strolling into your bathroom. Hana was behind you, you washing the paint off your hands to the best of your ability. "Seriously Hana, it's okay if you don't want to date anyone. You don't have to no matter how hot you or they are. I know dating is scary, it's dedicating yourself to another person and committing to that person's whole life. It's not easy, and as a college student, sometimes it's easier to just hook up and be done with it. You know I wouldn't judge you, right?"

"You'd have every right to."

"Okay, I won't argue with that, but I won't anyway."

"You totally have before," she said, smirking.

"Alright, again, I won't argue with that, but I won't judge you for anything anymore. I love you with all my heart, and no man named Jeon Jungkook is going to bring my baby down."

"I'm older than you."

"By like one month!"

At your whine, Hana laughed, you laughing with her. You finished off your hands, your phone dinging in your pocket. With a groan, you plucked it out, not bothering to dry your skin. When you opened it, however, your jaw dropped. "What?" Hana asked, scooting closer to observe your lockscreen. She shared your reaction, her eyes burning into your side profile. You sucked in a small breath.

"Why the fuck is Jeon Jungkook texting me?"