in which kim taehyung was an artist in search of a muse for his upcoming gallery collection, and jeon jungkook was just a pretty boy who worked in a coffee shop.
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"am i really that pretty?"
"oh my darling love, there is no such painting that...
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"𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅."
[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞]
"you look so lovely, jungkook-ah." taehyung spoke softly, smiling as jungkook stepped out of his apartment, locking the door before pocketing his key. "are you ready?"
"i'm a little nervous, actually." jungkook breathed out, looking up at the artist as he turned around to look at him. "it's a bit more.. fancy than i'm used to.."
taehyung let his gaze roam jungkook's form; his eyes soft as they traced the younger man's softly waved hair. jungkook was wearing a soft white turtlenecked sweater with grey slacks; a pretty necklace around his neck and hanging down his chest.
he looked very pretty.
"if you're nervous, you can stay by my side, okay?" the artist chuckled, softly, as he lead the boy out of the apartment complex. "though i'm sure you'll fit right in."
"thank you." jungkook timidly walked alongside the handsome man along the corridor, the elevator waiting for them at the end. "i'm glad you think so."
the brunette's voice carried a hint of uncertainty as they stepped into the elevator, the soft hum of the machinery surrounding them like a comforting cocoon. he shifted slightly under the artist's gaze, feeling a warm flush rise to his cheeks at the compliment.
as the elevator descended, jungkook couldn't help but fidget nervously, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. the thought of attending such a prestigious event alongside the older man filled him with a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension, a fluttering in his chest that he couldn't quite shake.
but the artist's reassuring presence beside him helped to anchor him, his calming aura a soothing balm to jungkook's frayed nerves.
withr each passing moment, he found himself growing more confident, more certain that everything would be alright as long as taehyung was by his side.
as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the bustling lobby of the apartment complex, the younger man took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. with the artist's hand clasped firmly in his own, he stepped out into the cool evening air, ready to face the evening ahead.
the car ride to the gallery was a tense affair, the air thick with anticipation as the older man navigated through the bustling streets of seoul.
jungkoom sat in the passenger seat, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as he stared out of the window, watching the city lights blur past in a dizzying array of colors.
the silence between them was palpable, each lost in their own thoughts as they neared their destination. jungkook's heart hammered in his chest, the weight of the evening pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. he stole glances at taehyung every now and then, unable to shake the feeling of apprehension that gripped him.
beside him, the artist seemed calm and composed, his hands steady on the wheel as he expertly maneuvered through the traffic. but jungkook could see the tension in the set of his jaw, the furrow of his brow betraying the nerves that lay beneath his calm exterior.
it was a big night for the artist, afterall.
as they finally pulled up outside the gallery, the younger man let out a shaky breath, his stomach churning with dread. he glanced over at taehyung, finding solace in the reassuring smile that graced the artist's lips.
"are you ready?" taehyung asked softly, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between them.
jungkook nodded, his throat tight with nerves. "yeah."
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as the artist and his muse stepped into the gallery, the room erupted into applause, the sound echoing off the walls as the guests welcomed them with enthusiasm. jungkook's heart skipped a beat at the attention, and he kept his gaze low, feeling a flush of nervousness rise to his cheeks.
the artist, on the other hand, seemed to bask in the warmth of the applause, a proud smile gracing his lips as he waved to the crowd. "thank you, thank you all for coming," he said, his voice carrying over the chatter of the esteemed guests and his friends. "i'm truly honored to have you all here tonight."
he gestured towards the tables lined with wine glasses, the soft glow of candles casting a warm ambiance over the room. "please, help yourselves to some wine and refreshments," he continued, his eyes scanning the room. he paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing; gesturing towards the tables laden with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. "and feel free to wander around and enjoy the artwork. the unveiling will take place in half an hour."
the guests murmured their appreciation, mingling amongst themselves as they made their way to the wine table. jungkook felt a sense of relief wash over him at the prospect of a brief respite, and he followed taehyung's lead as they moved through the crowd, greeting guests and exchanging polite pleasantries.
jungkook looked around, timidly. he felt out of place yet with each squeeze of taehyung's hand in his own, he felt more and more at ease.
as they made their way to the wine table, the younger couldn't help but steal glances at the artist, marveling at the way he seemed to effortlessly command the room.
despite his own nerves, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him as he stood by taehyung's side, supporting him every step of the way.
it was about ten minuets later, as the two stood near the wine table, that yoongi approached them, a warm smile on his face. "hey there," he greeted, extending his hand towards jungkook. "i'm min yoongi, taehyung's friend since school. it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
giggling softly, jungkookreturned the handshake, feeling a mixture of nervousness and curiosity as he glanced between the mint haired man and taehyung. "i-it's nice to meet you, yoongi," he replied, offering a shy smile. "i'm jungkook. it's... uh, it's nice to be here."
"call me hyung." yoongi chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he observed jungkook's demeanor. "tae's been talking non-stop about you," he remarked, causing jungkook's cheeks to flush with embarrassment. "he's been going on and on about his special muse, and now i finally get to see you in person."
"well," taehyung chuckled at yoongi's words, nudging the younger man playfully with his elbow. "i may have mentioned you once or twice," he admitted, shooting jungkook a fond smile. "but i'm glad you're here, jungkook. you're... special to me."
jungkook's heart fluttered at the artist's words, a warm feeling spreading through him at the genuine affection in his voice.
despite his initial nerves, he felt a sense of comfort in taehyung's presence, knowing that he was valued and appreciated.
