Blank Canvas

Chapter 1

     It has recently come to recently attention that my story has been translated to German without my permission. It is called Save Me by vmonisreal178, and there was no mention that it was a translation of my story. Plagiarism is a crime, and it hurts me that someone would take my work without my permission.

     Jungkook hummed thoughtfully to himself as he sat on a stool, paintbrush in hand. In front of him, a half finished rose surrounded by tall grass and vegetation sat on a canvas.

     Sighing in frustration, he swiveled around on his stool, grabbing various tubes of paint. Mixing them, trying to find the perfect shade of red for his creation.
   
   Painting was an escape for him, a way to relive himself of all the stress and hate that he received.

    Of course he would never tell his band mates about the hate that he had recently been given by the fans. He didn't want to annoy them with something small like that. After all, it wasn't important.
    
     And so, he painted. The red rose was a representation of his anger, the red color signifying how much he despised himself at that moment and his anger at the world.
    
     Jungkook had started to believe all of the hate comments that he was given on social media.
    
     Untalented. He made a line on the canvas. Ugly. Another stroke. Fat. He almost ripped the canvas with the brush as this particular word ran through his mind.

     He had always been very proud of his body, making sure to always take care of it. But yet, people still called him fat. And that, was why he painted in red. He sighed and made another stroke.
    
     All of the other band mates had not seen the youngest for quite a few hours and were starting to get quite worried about him. Even Yoongi, who almost never worried about the youngest. He ran his fingers through his mint hair and sighed.

     Namjoon, hearing a sigh, looked over at the older man. Realizing that even Yoongi was getting worried, he turned back and looked at the rest of his band mates. Looking at Hoeseok, he decided to have him go and see if the youngest was okay.

      "Hobi, why don't you go and see where Jungkook is?" suggest Namjoon. Hoeseok shrugged and nodded, before getting up to check on the maknae while the others went back to their respected roles.

     Yoongi locking himself in his studio, trying to create new beats, Namjoon writing lyrics, and the rest of the maknae line playing Mario Kart in the living room.
    
      "Kookie? You in here?" a voice beamed from behind his bedroom door. Jungook could already knew who it was. "Yes hyung." he replied, quite distracted by his current task. Hoseok popped his head around the door, wondering why the maknae sounded so distracted.
   
     Skipping over to the easel, he peeked around Jungkook's shoulder, who had returned to his Painting a few minutes ago, still unable to find the shade of red that he wanted.

     Hobi gasped in amazement. "It's so pretty!" he screeched, right into the younger ones ear. Causing him to flinch while the brush was still on the canvas.
    
    Both males looked at the now ruined rose in despair, a large red streak traveling from the sky to the trees far off in the distance.

     Although he wouldn't show it, Jungkook was shattered. This had been his favorite display of his emotions so far, and he was angry at his hyung for ruining it.
 
   After a few more seconds, Hoseok bursted into tears, feeling incredibly guilty. He knew that Jungkook's art was very important to him, drawing and painting even before they had debuted.

    "Jungkook! Jungkook I'm so sorry! Maybe we can fix it!" he said in-between sobs. Continuing to ramble empty apologies as the maknae stares at his ruined painting with sad eyes.

    Soon begining to start to feel bad for the older, he turned around, offering a weak smile, facing Hobi and saying, "It's okay hyung. I couldn't get the right shade of red anyway."

     These words, somehow managed to make Hoseok even more upset than he already was, and he walked out of the room, head down in shame.
    
     Jungkook sighed, looking at the door where his friend had exited, and wandered out of his room, down to the kitchen.

    He walked past Tae and Jimin, who called out to him. "Hey Kookie, come play Mario Kart with us!" Taehyung said, still in a giddy mood from beating Jimin in the last race. The said man was in the corner, sulking about his loss.

      Still upset about his painting, Jungkook only shook his head and headed towards the kitchen,  plopping down onto the dining table with a huff.
    
      "Sweetie, what's wrong?" asked Jin, who was currently chopping up vegetables for dinner. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, not responding. Jin sighed and put his knife down.

     " Jeon Jungkook, tell me what's wrong right now, or no dinner young man." Jungkook rolled his eyes at the way Jin treated him, and somehow Jin managed to see it.

     "Don't give me that attitude, Jungkook." Jin said in a threatening  tone. Jungkook, now slightly afraid of his hyung, decided to respond.

     " ... Hobi ruined my painting." mumbled Jungkook lowly. Jin was unsure of how to comfort the maknae, so he simply sat down beside him. Usually Jin knew what to do im these kinds of situations, the maknae was always difficult.
    
      "Want to talk about it?" The younger shook his head. A few more moments of silence. Just as Jin opened his mouth, about to say something else, he was cut off by the door bell ringing.

     Closing his mouth and getting up to answer the door, he spared  one last glance at the depressed figure sitting at the kitchen table. He wondered who would be Coming to see them at this late hour.

      Walking down the short hall, he pulled open the door to be greeted by their manager. Opening his mouth to speak, he once more was cut off by the manager.

     Without acknowledging the fact that  he had just cut off the eldest member he spoke. "I need to speak with Jungkook."

( A/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic, and that being said,I have no idea what Im doing. So please be free to share ideas! All credit goes to the artist for the cover.)