My You | JJK

19| Farting Mosquito

"Hi."

Iseul had almost yeeted her sketchbook away when she heard the deep voice unexpectedly close to her. Instinctively, she was about to close her sketchbook when she realised, it didn't really matter and chose to keep it open.

"Hey." Her shy reply came after.

Iseul knew Taehyung was a fun and bubbly person. She'd overheard several girls talking about the dreamy dates Taehyung had taken them on and how he had treated them like princesses. He was also an amazing student council president.

It was like everyone at school absolutely loved him.

She could tell why as the soft yet infectious smile upon his lips made her smile too.

"I believe we haven't formally met yet." Taehyung averred, scrunching his eyebrows as he cleared his throat in a dramatic way before extending his hand. "Kim Taehyung, the irresistible student council president, soccer captain and infamous charmer."

Iseul laughed at his amorous introduction as she slipped her hand into his, shaking it lightly. "Park Iseul."

"No more descriptions?" Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, hand still holding Iseul's competitively small one.

Surprising herself, Iseul let out, "That's for you to find out."

"I like that idea." A sly smile tugged at his lips to which he brought Iseul's hand, pressing a feathery kiss to it. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"The pleasure is all mine." Iseul quickly replied, taking back her hand as an unnoticeable burn filled her face. "Don't you have practice?"

Taehyung's eyes flitted to the field briefly before coming back to Iseul's side profile. "Mm, yeah, but coach let me off early so I decided to come chat."

"I see." Iseul responded absent-mindedly as she pretended to catch the bullet Jungkook was shooting at her from the field, and flicked it away. She turned back to look at Taehyung, "I guess Jungkook will be taking longer."

"Wow." Taehyung's mouth parted, his eyes awestruck as he registered the sunlight filtering through Iseul's bright irises, displaying the entirety of Wonderland in them. "You've got green eyes."

Iseul looked down to her lap, an awkward half-chuckle escaping her mouth that made Taehyung want to slap himself.

"I'm sorry." He bashfully said. "I was just surprised."

"No worries." Iseul gave him a small smile, redirecting her gaze to the field as she watched Jungkook run across it at the speed of a cheetah.

"I see that you are trying to sketch 'The Waltz'." Taehyung peeked at her sketchbook and a book that she had next to it that contained the reference picture.

Iseul's eyes shot to Taehyung. "You know Camille Claudel?"

"Only one of the best French artists and sculptors from the 19th century? Duh!"

Iseul's face lit up as she shifted in her seat so as to face Taehyung more. "I can't believe you know Camille Claudel, she is brilliant!"

"I know, right?" Taehyung buzzed, excited. "She has all my respect for being a woman in those days and sculpting 'The Mature Age'."

"Hold on!" Iseul swiftly flicked through the pages of her sketchbook, holding open a page that showed the drawing of a sculpture in which a man was clasped within the hold of an old woman, a young maiden on the ground in a pleading form.

"Oh my God!" Taehyung could barely hold his enthusiasm in as he snatched the sketchbook from Iseul's hands, bringing it closer to himself as he studied every detail of it. "You've drawn it magnificently!"