Kim Taehyung is a 31 year old therapist. He's great at what he does, the best despite his stern, mature personality. While having all of his patients slowly heal due to his expertise, it seems that his newest patient, 19 year old Jeon Jungkook is ju...
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"𝗧𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲."
-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-
It had now been about an hour and a half since Taehyung had left for work that morning, and Jungkook couldn't help but become restless in his own company in the quiet house. Jimin couldn't come as he had plans with Yoongi, and he had been telling himself, Convincing himself that he'd be fine alone.
Jungkook frowned, Biting his bottom lip as he lay his head on the arm rest of the couch -he was still a little upset about earlier, because not only did he hate being yelled at, but he hated the feeling of disappointing the older man, he knew that Taehyung didn't mean to raise his voice, Hell, he apologised straight away. But, he couldn't help but feel as he had been clinging to Taehyung enough to make him shout.
After another Ten Minutes of the TV Blaring some cartoon that he had little to no interest in, Jungkook decided that he simply couldn't bare The boredom any longer.
So sitting up on the couch with a groan, He bit his lip as he looked around Mr Kim's Living room. The man's house was very modern, and the fact that he owned a House instead of an apartment really said alot. Jungkook got to his feet, thumb nail between his lips anxiously as he began to walk towards the door near the staircase.
Jungkook never been in that room. Mr Kim had just told him it's a special room and that he prefer if It wasn't entered. And Jungkook, Knowing he had no right to deny that, respected the older man's words.
But, The Therapist wasn't home right now, and Jungkook was curious.
As his fingers wrapped around the door handle, he nibbled his bottom lip. "Maybe just one look won't do any harm..." He mumbled. "Mr Kim won't know."
With those thoughts, he twisted the door handle, surprised to find the door unlocked. As the door opened slowly, The smell of Paint and lavender filled the air. Jungkook gasped as he looked around the room, seeing many canvases along the walls, on stands, in piles -each holding a very detailed and very beautiful piece of art.
Mr Kim is an Artist?
Jungkook's eyes widened in awe, and he found himself being unable to leave the room. His 'quick peak' turned into a long time, the teen examining each piece of artwork very closely. He could picture it now, Mr Kim Wearing his grandpa-like baggy clothes, all covered with paint, and his hair tied up in a messy, barely there Bun with his long, slender Fingers elegantly creating a masterpiece with each stroke of the paint brush.
