Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단

🐾\|/ Seokjin \|/🐾

🐾In it together🐾

Namjoon's POV

I shook the spraying can of graffiti wildly, trying to get anything more out of it. I growled, throwing the can on the floor. Guess I'll have to finish it later or tomorrow. Depends on if I have some at the dorms.

I threw my bag in the back of my car and drove back to the dorms. I already know that I'm going to get questions.

"Why is your shirt so dirty?"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"What is this attitude?"

I rolled my eyes at the thought. I need something stress relieving too. I parked my car and dragged my bag with me inside. I ignored any weird looks of the dried graffiti stains on my shirt, or he dark clothing that I wore to hide my identity. Technically I was vandalizing the place and breaking the law, but it was for my own good.

I was so caught in my thoughts that I crashed into someone. "Yah! Watch out where you- Namjoon?" I looked annoyed at the one who crashed into me, to be met with the eyes of Jin.

He looked worried. "Sorry Jin hyung." I said coldly, walking around him straight to my room. I threw my bag down and opened my closet, reaching into the very far back.

I frowned when I felt absolutely nothing. No empty cans, no bags, nothing! "Looking for these?" I sighed. "Why did you follow me hyung? You know my tones you should know when to leave me alone." I said lowly.

Jin shook his head disappointingly. "Namjoon you're vandalizing someone's property! How can you do this?" "By starting it. It's really calming hyung, you should try it if you gave me those back." I spat, turning around to him.

Jin was standing there with crossed arms, an angry look on his face with three of my spray cans in his hands. Typical mom attitude...

"I am not breaking the law Kim Namjoon!" I took a few deep breaths, I am not getting angry, I am not getting angry. Breathe, just breathe...

I stood up and let myself fall on my bed. "I'm sorry hyung, but it really calms me down... Sometimes I wish that Jungkook could teach me hoe to draw so the artwork on the walls could be seen on paper, but I'm just not good with pencils... you know why." I said softly.

Jin his gaze softened and he saw down next to me. "How long have you been doing this?" He asked quietly. "A few months now. Maybe half a year." I replied. Jin frowned slightly. "Is it nice? Getting to dirty up the walls? Creating a masterpiece no one gets to see?" He asked, a hint of disgust in his voice.

"The masterpiece that I wanted to create has turned out into a normal piece of art on the wall, with some words that I could not finish tonight." I spat lowly. "You shouldn't think so bad about your art Namjoon." Jin said softly. "What I wanted to create is literal perfection, hyung. He is literal perfection!" I yelled.

"He?" I widened my eyes slightly. I just gave it away... "Who is it?" I looked away. "It's no one important. Well, he is but..." I sighed, not being able to say what I wanted. "I can't seem to get the perfection into the art. It's already so difficult to get the shading, with the light and dark situation it's even harder..."

Jin stood up slowly, giving me the cans. "If he is really that important to you, than show me." He said lowly. I shook my head. "I can't." "Why? It's not like it's me or anything."

I didn't answer him. I can't lie to him, but I also can't tell him the truth... Jin frowned and pulled me up. "Namjoon, show me. I won't get angry or anything, I just wan to know why you are having so much trouble these days. Maybe seeing this can help." He said smiling. That friendly smile that hit my kryptonite.