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Mature
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M/M
방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin
Kim Taehyung | V
Park Jimin (BTS)
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Min Yoongi | Suga
Jeon Jungkook
Kim Namjoon | RM
Kim Seokjin | Jin
Slow Burn
Friends to Lovers
Artist Kim Taehyung | V
Artist Park Jimin
Dancer Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Singer Jeon Jungkook
Producer Min Yoongi | Suga
Angst
Heartbreak
Fluff
Eventual Smut
Angst with a Happy Ending
Past Relationship(s)
past taegi
Falling In Love
yoongi and taehyung make up in the end tho
and everyone becomes friends
OT7
Alternate Universe - Soulmates
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
English
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/18179792/chapters/45334519#workskin 6/25/19, 9A42 AM

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hopeworldxox
Chapter 2 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/18179792/chapters/45334519) : ...And Turn it into Art
Summary:
"You finally found someone to complete your scenery"
Notes:
WHOOPS this took a while BUT HERE WE GO

(See the end of the chapter for more notes
(http://archiveofourown.org/works/18179792/chapters/45334519#chapter_2_endnotes) .)
The next day shouldn't have felt different. But there was only a second of confusion and blankness after
Taehyung woke up before he remembered his kiss with Jimin.
They fit together so perfectly, but the artist still had to figure out if he was ready to dive headfirst into
love again.
He could if he wanted to. It would be so easy. Loving Jimin would be so easy.
But there was so much of his feelings that weren’t. So, wiping away the tears that had already begun to
leak through at the thought of the day before, he got up and walked into his kitchen to prepare himself for the
day.
Hoseok was already in there, scraping away at a sizzling pan.
He jumped slightly when Taehyung came in. “Oh! You’re up earlier than expected.” He set his spatula
down and grabbed orange juice from the fridge. “I meant to make you a whole breakfast in bed, I’m sorry I
didn’t work fast enough.”
Taehyung smiled at Hoseok’s nervous laugh, warmth filling him up from his best friend’s kindness.
“It’s okay, Hobi. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, no, no. I want to.” Hoseok grabbed a plate from a cupboard and threw the fresh scrambled eggs
onto it. “What’re your plans today?”
Taehyung knew the dancer wanted him to go talk to Jimin, but he wasn’t quite sure if he could make it
over there. After all, what could he even say?
No, he had his job to take care of first.

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“I need to drop off our album art ideas to Jungkook at his recording studio.”
Hoseok nodded gently. Taehyung could tell he was dying to say something, but it clearly was not
important enough, so he kept quiet.
Taehyung finished his breakfast happily, got as put together as he could for his chaotic life and internal
struggle and headed to the address Jungkook had given both him and Jimin back when they first agreed to
help him.
It was a small company, ironically called BigHit. He walked through the lobby, nodding awkwardly at
the receptionist and made him way to Studio 4, where Jungkook had texted him to meet.
“Taehyung!” the young singer said upon opening the clear door. “Come on in!”
When the artist walked into Jungkook’s space, he couldn’t help but smile despite himself. The boy had
decorated his room with paintings that just had to be Jimin’s. While the sight of the art sent waves of guilt
down his chest, Taehyung still felt a swell of pride for his innate talent.
“Hi, Kook, here’s what we have so far, but I’ll try to make more for you when I can.”
Jungkook took the portfolio of album covers, smiled happily, but promptly threw them to the side onto a
cluttered desk.
“Nice job, but let’s get to important business.”

Taehyung blinked.
“Um..”
“What is the deal with you and Jimin? ” He said mischievously, gesturing for Taehyung to sit down, but
the older man was frozen in place.
“Oh, I-”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice those looks you were giving each other!” Taehyung’s heart sunk. “I think
you too would be perfect together!”
“I really don’t- nothing is-” Taehyung was tripping over his words, while his hands shook nervously. He
didn’t know how to explain to Jungkook that nothing and everything was happening between them all at
once.
Jungkook’s eyes were glistening with blissful ignorance. Taehyung’s chest pounded for him, he knew he
meant no harm, but the artist was trying to stop himself from crumbling where he stood.
He opened his mouth to say it was complicated, that he would explain when he could, that he needed to
go, but time came to a slowing stop when another man bounded into the room.

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“Hey, Jungkook come look at the final product of your song, I think this is my best work y- Taehyung?”
Yoongi stared at him, his hand on the frame of his door, mouth hanging open.
Taehyung’s insides screamed and thrashed, but his body remained still. It was like a bucket of ice water
had been poured over him.
He clenched his jaw, and turned back to Jungkook.
“I need to go, I’m sorry.”
Ignoring, the frown on the singer’s face, he turned away, intent on leaving and quite possibly throwing
up as soon as he could, but he was already grabbing at his wrists.
“Wait! Taehyung, I‘ve been wanting to talk to you!”
His voice was so genuine, and so absent of remorse it made the artist clench his fists even harder. He
spun around to face him.
“You want to talk to me?” Taehyung shouted at Yoongi, relishing in the way the man stumbled
backwards. “How about you apologize first? Or! Better yet! You could stay away from me!”
“Tae, please, let’s just talk, we have to-”
“ We ,” Taehyung gestured between the two of them. “Don’t have to do anything .”
Yoongi let go of his hand, but he still didn’t move. As much as Taehyung hated it, he did want to talk. Or
at least a small part of him did, so he waited to see if he had any response.
Yoongi smiled at him, a smile soft and sweet, as if ignoring the hostility Taehyung had been giving him.
“Jungkook said you helped him with his album art, I’m glad to see you’re painting again.”
The artist couldn’t handle it anymore. Yoongi, the man who broke his heart and took away all incentive
to paint, had the audacity to say that to him. Taehyung needed to leave.
“I don’t paint anymore. You made sure of that.” He spit out the words, disgusted that he was still
looking at Yoongi. Ire was flowing through his body and filling him to the brim with a fury that had been
waiting to burst out. He tried to storm out of the studio, but Yoongi was already chasing after him and
meeting him in the lobby.
“I never told you to stop painting!” He shouted, before Taehyung made it to the door. “Stop blaming me
for your lack of passion!”
Taehyung clenched his fist. He turned back around and shoved his hands in Yoongi’s direction. “You

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destroyed my passion the second you dumped me, Yoongi! You really want to stand there and insult me as if
you’re not the only reason I have been hating art for a year now?”
“What about my passion ? You want to talk about hate? Let’s talk about you hating what I do !”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Tae!” Yoongi’s voice cracked. “You were so oblivious! To everything! You only cared about me when I
was looking at your art, giving you compliments, showing my interest in what you’re doing, but you would
never reciprocate.”
Desperation was pouring out his mouth with every word.
“I asked you to listen to my music, and you either didn’t or you did because you felt like you had to! Not
because you wanted to..”
Yoongi finally trailed off and Taehyung’s body was frozen into place. He didn’t want to admit how fast
guilt settled in his body like cement.
“Of course I did.”
Did he?
“Babe...” Yoongi’s voice was softer now and he was approaching Taehyung, who couldn’t stop himself
from flinching when Yoongi tried to reach out for him.
“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung hated how weak his voice was.
Yoongi nodded and looked down. “Its okay that you didn’t. I know how much more you love art than
music. It's not your fault.”
It sounded like it was, Taehyung thought, but he stayed silent. All this time of thinking Yoongi had no
reason to break up with him, had it been his doing all along?
“I loved your art, Taehyung. Being with you was amazing, you were such an inspiration.”
Taehyung’s chest was heaving.
“But, as much as I know you loved me, you never loved what I did. I need to be with someone who is
just as passionate about my music as I am. And you need to be with someone who’s work you are passionate
about. That’s what makes love thrive .”
Yoongi leaned in, and this time Taehyung didn’t pull away. He let his ex-boyfriend, the ex-love of his
life take his hand and squeeze it.
“You always told me about how you believe soulmates work. As hard as it is, you know we were never

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that. I know you well, and you want and need to be with someone who fills you with life and passion, and my
music never did that for you.”
Taehyung was grounding himself as he soaked up Yoongi’s words. Reality of their situation wasn't
punching him in the gut, but rather softly surrounding him, like falling into a mess of blankets in a cold
weather. It was washing into him, as if he was a dry stream filling with water after a storm.
They weren't meant to be. He had known this already, but now…
Now, he didn’t have to question if it was just because Yoongi didn’t love him anymore. It wasn’t
because of his art, or anything he could control. It was because Taehyung never had a passion for what
Yoongi did.
But he had a passion for Jimin, and everything Jimin did.
He let out a breathe he didn’t know he had been holding. A weight had been on him for the past year and
now, it was lifted.
“Please come talk to me soon, Tae. I’ll give you your space, but I still love you, even if it’s not the way
you want.”
Yoongi let go of the artists hands and walked away, before Taehyung could say anything.
But, he felt no need to. It was the most shocking thing of all, Taehyung felt no pain in his chest, he felt
no tears stinging his eyes, he felt only guilt for walking out on Jimin.
He missed the other artist. He needed to see him.
Taehyung walked out of the building, passing a confused receptionist, and went straight to the man he
knew he belonged with.
***
Only half an hour later, he stood hesitantly outside of Jimin’s apartment, fist hovering above the wood.
He took a shaky breath.
He was ready to dive head first. Taehyung knocked, and the silence that followed was agonizing.
But when Jimin answered, hair rustled and unkept, eyes sparkling and wide from shock, Taehyung could
hardly contain himself or wait to even explain why he was there.
He surged forward and crashed their lips together.
Jimin stumbled backwards, but before long they balanced themselves and they were kissing. He didn’t
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There was just so much desperation between the two of them, desperation for the other, Taehyung could
feel it in the force their tongue were swirling together, how Jimin gripped his waist and pulled.
Somehow, without taking their lips away from each other, Taehyung entered his apartment completely
and shut the door with his foot. Jimin, on the other hand, wasted no time pushing him against the back of the
door, and caging him in with his arms on either side of his head, so he could deepen the kiss even more.
One of Jimin’s legs were between his own and the friction it created was driving him mad. Their chests
were pressed together hard, but it still wasn’t close enough. Jimin took Taehyung’s bottom lip between his
teeth and pulled, before slotting his tongue and licking the inside of his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He was
drowning in Jimin, but it wasn’t enough.
He took his mouth from his throat and latched in to Taehyung’s neck. He sucked and bit at it, while
Taehyung was melting at his touch. When he made a nice enough mark, he swiped his tongue over it once
more and starting trailing kisses up his neck. He grinded down on Taehyung, who in turn, let out an
embarrassingly loud moan that had bubbled up from his throat.
He felt Jimin smile against his neck. He placed a gentle kiss there and tilted his head to tug at an earlobe,
before brushing his mouth against Taehyung’s ear and whispering, “Do you want me, like I want you?”
He did. He pushed Jimin back slightly so their lips could meet again. They fit so perfectly together.
“Yes,” Taehyung said against his lips, while bringing his hands up and running his fingers through
Jimin’s soft pink hair. “I want to make you mine.”
Jimin hummed in response and hooked his fingers through the belt loop of Taehyung’s jeans. He pulled
him closer and against his body and Taehyung could feel the hardness of his chest, his abs, his everything
pressed against him. Without breaking their lips apart, Jimin began to guide Taehyung out of main entrance,
and the artist let himself get swept away.
Jimin pulled him into his room and gently against the foot of his bed. He took his mouth away from
Taehyung’s for only a second so he could rest their foreheads against each other.
“Are you sure?”
He let out a breathy sigh and pressed a kiss against each of Jimin’s cheeks. Taehyung wanted to tell
Jimin how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to say to him that everything Jimin did sent shivers down his
spine, that everything he was, would always leave him breathless.
But, he was an artist.
And artists don’t tell people how they feel or how they love.
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Taehyung fisted his hands at the base of Jimin’s shirt and slotted their lips together again, already licking
the inside of his lower lip and pulling his shirt up to feel the smooth skin underneath.
The other man fell into the rhythm again, immediately. He fell backwards onto the mattress and
Taehyung fell with him. He adjusted himself so he knees were straddling Jimin’s waist and fought a losing
battle against the other’s tongue. Bubbles of euphoria was rising in Taehyung’s chest. He was an inflating
balloon, every part of Jimin’s body his hands found just made him feel lighter with the feeling. His fear of
loving was dissipating, like sand falling through open fingers. Jimin was so easy to love.
He pulled away to rip Jimin’s shirt over his head. It got tangled on his earrings, eliciting a loud laugh
from the other.
“Sorry, sorry, oh-” Taehyung scrambled to apologize, but Jimin shut him up quickly with a kiss. He then
reached his hand up and strategically maneuvered the cloth from the dangling metal. Taehyung giggled at the
faces of struggle Jimin was flashing him and when the shirt was free and successfully discarded to the side,
Taehyung took his own off quickly and gave himself a second to admire the scenery in front of him.
The slope of muscles and skin, his abdomen was both soft and hard and Taehyung wanted to drink
everything up. Jimin was beautiful. Even more beautiful as he was spread out in front of him, pink hair
already rustled and cheeks already flushed.
The words got caught in his throat again, but he knew they were real. He was sure of it now.
He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, breathing heavy and absorbing his
scent. He smelled like a pine forest and sea spray. Taehyung mouthed the slope of his collarbone, while Jimin
fumbled with his jeans.
When he was able to unbutton the pants and slide it past Taehyung’s ass, Jimin gently pushed his hand
under the waistbands of Taehyung’s boxers and took his length in his hands.
Taehyung gasped and desperately held back from bucking into Jimin’s fist. He was already hard and
growing more, his body searching for friction.
Jimin began to move his hand, wrapping around Taehyung’s cock before getting a rhythm going and
getting the artist completely hard.
When Taehyung whimpered against Jimin’s neck, the noise must have gone straight for the other man’s
crotch, because Taehyung felt it get harder as it was pressed against his stomach.
“Fuck, I-” He began to say something, but whatever he meant to got lost as fast as Jimin took control
and wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist to flip them over, so Taehyung was on his back and Jimin was
looming on top of him.
He went to work immediately, kissing and sucking at Taehyung’s neck, while his hand pulled his jeans

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over his ankles, leaving him in his boxers alone.
Taehyung was starting to get annoyed at the lack of skin on skin contact. While, Jimin was clad in thin
sweatpants and Taehyung could feel everything, it still was not enough. He needed more.
“Off, off,” The words came stumbling out in nonsense and desperation, but luckily Jimin understood. He
chuckled and sat back on Taehyung legs to unbuckle his belt. Fast, but not fast enough, he took them off,
albeit a little awkwardly, and returned to grind down against Taehyung, eliciting a loud, low moan to drip out
of both men’s lips.
“I need you,” Taehyung groaned against Jimin’s ear. “Inside me, now.”
Jimin breathed out unevenly, the feeling vibrating against Taehyung's neck. He sucked a bruise into the
soft skin there, while Taehyung squirmed and whimpered under his body weight, desperate for more friction.
He went to reach down and touch him, but Jimin grabbed his wrist before it could get too far.
“Be patient, Tae,” Jimin said, his voice low and smooth, the sound of it rolling over the artist like warm
water. He put two hands on either side of Taehyung’s head and pushed himself up, so they were looking into
each other’s eyes.
Jimin’s eyes were a pool of light. Taehyung looked into them, and felt like he was swimming in the sun.
“I want to go slow. I want to remember this,” Jimin whispered, before softly lowering his lips onto
Taehyung’s chest, right over his heart and began trailing kisses down, but not without stopping to take the
bud of Taehyung’s nipple in his mouth, paired with a painfully slow stroke of his hand down Taehyung’s
cock.
“Jimin-“ He moaned, his back arching off the bed.
“Shh..” Jimin gripped at his waist, and guided him back onto the mattress. “I got you.”
He kept kissing down Taehyung body, occasionally running his tongue along the skin of his stomach,
before he finally reached the waistband of his boxers.
He looked up and made eye contact with Taehyung, a silent question of permission. The other man was
breathing heavy, his head cloudy from bliss, but he managed to give a quick nod.
Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his boxers down enough for Taehyung’s cock to bounce
out, fully erect and he promptly kissed the inside of his thighs a few times before taking Taehyung’s length in
his mouth.
Taehyung threw his head back and clamped his hand down against his lips to prevent from crying out.
Jimin bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the head and taking it back to the base
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“Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you,” Jimin said, after detaching his mouth with a loud popping
sound for a moment. His lips were sleek with spit.
“Jimin, wait. I’m c-” Taehyung got interrupted by his own moan that bubbled up when Jimin took him in
his mouth again. “I’m close,” he panted out.
Jimin worked his mouth around his cock a few more times, somehow managing to completely take off
his boxers from around his legs.
“Jimin, c-come here.”
“Okay, babe,” the other man replied, moving his head from in between Taehyung’s thighs back up to his
mouth, taking him in a passionate kiss.
Taehyung flushed at the pet name. Everything felt right with Jimin. He was ready.
“Jimin, I’m ready,” He breathed heavily. “I’m ready for you.”
The pink-haired man took Taehyung’s earlobe into between his teeth, before whispering back a
response.
“I need to prep you first, sweetie.”
“Well, get to it then.”
Jimin laughed loudly against his neck and the sound rushed through Taehyung, filling him with so much
happiness it was about to overflow.
“So demanding.”
“I know you want to be inside me, Jimin.” Taehyung lowered his voice to a timbre he knew must be
doing nothing but driving Jimin insane. His theory was confirmed when Jimin’s voice got caught in his throat
when Taehyung said, “You’re so hard, beautiful. Let me take of it.”
Taehyung went to cup his hand around Jimin’s growing bulge. He scoffed at the fabric that was still
preventing complete contact.
“Take this off, I want to see you,” the last word came out quicker than Taehyung intended.
Both men were panting hard against each other.
“Do you have-“
“In the drawer, let me-“

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Not even finishing either sentence, Jimin went fast to retrieve a small bottle of lube and a condom from
beside the bed, while Taehyung arched his back again at the loss of contact, desperate for some movement.
His cock was throbbing from neglect and leaking with precum.
Thankfully, Jimin was just as anxious. He opened the lid and squeezed some onto one of his fingers.
He reached down with his hand and circled his fingers around Taehyung’s entrance.
“Wait-“ Taehyung breathed, making Jimin halt to a stop.
“A-are you okay?” Jimin’s face was suddenly swamped in concern and it make the artist’s chest ache.
“I’m fine, I just-“ His face grew red and he looked away, shyness flushing into him. “It’s been a
while…”
Jimin’s fingers lost all tension and he leaned forward to kiss him gently.
“I’ll go slow, baby.” He whispered against his lips, and it filled Taehyung with a different type of
warmth than what had previously been building in his gut. It was a feeling of safeness and comfort. He felt
nothing but trust and love for Jimin and it made him relax at his touch.
“Okay,” he nodded and Jimin slowly pushed a finger in.
Taehyung let out a slow, breathy moan. It was the first time in almost a year that he had been touched
like this and it look everything in him not to cry out.
“More,” He murmured quietly, but Jimin still heard.
The stretch stung a little, but he was so effortlessly relaxed underneath Jimin. The slight pain turned
quickly into pleasure, and when Jimin inserted another finger, moans were spilling from his lips in an
unbroken current.
“You’re gorgeous, Tae. I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but I was wrong.”
Jimin moved his fingers in and out. It made Taehyung wince, but he didn’t tell him to stop.
“I’ve admired you for so long, I never thought I would ever-”
He inserted a third finger, slow and hesitant, but Taehyung fucked himself down onto his hand, craving
more before Jimin provided it.
“Please, I’m ready. I’ve been ready this whole time,” Taehyung wined, coaxing a giggle from Jimin’s
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He pulled his fingers out, making Taehyung gasp from the sudden emptiness, but Jimin moved fast to
put a healthy coat of lube on his own hard cock, roll a condom down, and lin it up at his entrance. When he
slowing began to push in, Taehyung couldn’t help but groan from the pleasure.
“Jimin, holy fuck-” He winced at how big he was, but it was perfect, just like everything Jimin was. The
pink-haired man put one forearm down besides Taehyung’s head, while using the other to hook Taehyung’s
legs around his waist for an easier position to push himself completely into Taehyung to the base of his cock.
He stopped for a second, breathing hard in Taehyung’s ear. The artist could feel the other man’s cock
twitching inside him, craving motion, but he knew he was waiting for the signal that it was okay to continue.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jimin’s back.
“Move…” He moaned.
Jimin followed his instructions. He started with a soft pace at first, moving his hips back and then rolling
them forward slowly. Each drag against Taehyung’s insides were making fireworks explode in his vision.
Warmth was pooling inside him and he felt like he was drifting away, but he gripped onto Jimin’s back for
stability. Every place where Jimin’s skin touched his burned from desire.
“Faster-” He said when he finally felt no pain, and Jimin obeyed, pulling out for a second only to snap
his hips forward and create a loud skin slapping sound. Taehyung gasped loudly at the force.
He continued on like the for a while, thrusting fast inside Taehyung, all while panting and biting against
his neck. Taehyung had been fucked before, but it was always rougher than this. Jimin was going fast in his
pace, but it was all soft. He was pressing gentle kisses into the skin of his collarbone and whisper how
beautiful he was over and over in his ear. Every time Jimin rolled forward, and their bodies moved together
in a symphony of pleasure, it was like Taehyung was sinking into honey, smooth and sweet.
He was feeling over stimulated, but he absorbed it all. Every wave of satisfaction that resonated in him
with each hip roll, every bit of sweat that dripped from Jimin’s forehead onto his throat, every moan that
Jimin breathed into his ear. Taehyung was drowning in Jimin, sinking into the mattress, but still somehow, his
heart never felt lighter.
Eventually, Jimin changed the angle. He took one of Taehyung’s thighs and pressed it hard against his
stomach and tilted slightly to the right and slammed forward again, this time hitting Taehyung’s prostate dead
on.
“Fuck!” He cried out, after the electric pleasure shocked through. “Right there, Jimin, right-”
Jimin fucked into Taehyung at the same angle and a faster pace, the rhythm was getting more uneven
now as Jimin grew closer to his climax. He took one hand previously from besides Taehyung’s head and
deciding to wrap it around his cock again and jerk him off to the pace of his hips rolls.
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away from his neck and brought it down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
He tasted like salt and smelled like sweat, but Jimin’s presence was lighting up Taehyung, glowing in his
core and gaining brightness inside him with the final thrusts, before he gasped Jimin’s name into his mouth
and let out one drawn out moan, as he came all over his stomach.
His orgasm was a shock wave snapping through him, making his hips buck and his back arch. Jimin
milked it as much as he could, adding a few more slow drags to increase sensitivity and the warmth still
flushed through him as Jimin finished inside him, gasping against him, moaning his name, and gripping hard
at his waist.
A few minutes passed as all the tension left. Jimin grew soft inside Taehyung. Taehyung relaxed his leg
so they lay lazily around the other man’s waist. Jimin slumped against him, chests heaving and pressing
together, their breaths mixing as they slowed.
Jimin pushed himself up weakly, so he could run his fingers tenderly through Taehyung’s matted hair.
“I-” He started, staring into Taehyung’s eyes with a certain intensity that he hadn’t seen before.
Taehyung’s breath halted as he waited for the rest of the sentence, silenting hoping in his mind it was what he
thought it was, so he could pour his heart out in response, but it never came. Jimin sighed and smiled sweetly.
“You’re amazing,” He said instead, right before pecking him agaisnt the cheek and pulling out.
Taehyung let out the breath he was holding. The disappointed left his mind quickly. He would have so
many chances to say it, there was no rush.
Jimin got off the bed, and threw out his now messy condom. He gestured for Taehyung’s to follow him.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
They showered together, washing up as they scrubbed the other’s chest and stomach, all while giggling
and smacking each other messily on the lips. After a while, after all the soap on their bodies had flowed down
the drain, they stood and simply kissed, soft and slow, as warm water ran over them, getting in their mouths
when they open and closed their lips around the other’s. The scent of Jimin’s peppermint body wash made
Taehyung’s head feel dizzy. His hands were one Jimin’s jaw, running his thumb along his cheeks, while
Jimin’s fingers were trailing from his chest down to his waist.
Although it was mid-afternoon, after drying and dressing in clean clothes provided by Jimin, they
gravitated towards the bed and curled under the covers, limbs tangled together and burying their faces into
each other’s neck as they drifted off into a sleep. Taehyung had his words dancing on his tongue, but
exhaustion claimed him before they could make their way out.
***
10 months ago
Taehyung had gotten the dreaded text, only a few minutes prior.

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From Yoongi:
Can you come over? We need to talk.
He was trying not to overthink, but deep down he knew what it meant. He noticed how quiet Yoongi had
been recently. He noticed how distant he felt from him, even when they were together. Every time they went
to dinner, had sex, or talked about their work, it never felt the same. It felt like there was an entire ocean in
between them. Like Yoongi was on an island miles from the shore and Taehyung was screaming at him,
trying to get his attention, but there was nothing to hear.
Still, he pushed all his fear down, and stood tall as he made his way to Yoongi’s place.
Paint a happy expression on your face, he will believe you.
When he got there, an artificial smile blossoming on his lips, Taehyung walked into his apartment. He
was trying to make his external mood anything but solemn.
“Whats up, babe?” Taehyung said. He tightened his stomach, but there was no way Yoongi didn’t hear
the weakness of his voice, like a rubber band strained to its maximum, seconds from snapping.
“Taehyung, sit down, I-” His boyfriend sighed shortly and gestured to the old couch in the middle of his
living room. “I don’t really know how to say this.”
“Then don’t!” The artist laughed without humor. Oblivious as he sounded, it was all self-preservation.
Ahead of him was all darkness and the unknown and he was terrified of what was to come.
He had been swallowing down his fear for weeks now. It had been painful, letting it sit that heavy inside
him. All the time Hoseok had asked if he was okay, he thought that speaking the truth would let everything
come ripping out of him yet again, and the fear would become reality.
Turns out that even boxing up the fear couldn’t stop the inevitable. Reality was there, in front of him,
forcing Taehyung to hear that someone he loves no longer feels the same.
“I don’t think we should be together anymore.” Yoongi didn’t take a seat. He just fiddled with his
fingers and looked up at Taehyung through his eye lashes.
A bomb was ticking when Yoongi started his sentence, but when it was all out on the table, when his
heart was on his sleeve, Taehyung didn’t feel an explosion. It was all quiet, ashy, and empty. All the build up
and fear, for something that ended up ringing hollow.
The artist had already felt his broken heart, well before Yoongi thought he did, and this was just part of
the aftermath.
“Why?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know. But there was no other word that could exit his mouth.

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Nothing would change the inevitable. Nothing could fill the hollowness.
Yoongi didn’t respond for an excruciating long time. Silence festered between them.
“You spend so much of your time painting souls… I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize ours don’t
blend like they should.”
Detached. Agonizingly short.
As empty of sentiment as Taehyung's chest felt.
As desolate as his apartment after he left, Yoongi doing nothing more than leading him to the door with
slow footsteps, a quick apology, and a lack of any empathy.
Still, the artist knew the significance of the words, however few of them there were.
They weren’t soulmates. It was something Taehyung had been too afraid to admit, too in love to want to
lose.
After all, if he isn’t Taehyung’s soulmate, who else is there?
***
When Taehyung awoke, it was dark outside. Instead of a glow from the afternoon sun, the only light that
entered the room from the bedroom window was a moon tinted gray. The artist yawned and stretched his
arms over his head to find Jimin laying peacefully next to him, one arm hanging limply across Taehyung’s
waist.
Affection rushed into him, seeing the older man sleeping soundly. Taehyung couldn’t help but run his
hands through his soft pink hair. If art and life mimic each other, all life should revolve around Jimin.
Whatever was to come from this, he was sure about his feelings, if he was sure about one thing.
Still, as much as he wanted to let himself fall blindly, Taehyung couldn’t be sure if he was ready.
How can someone know if they’re ready to put a weakly stitched heart back in danger?
Eventually his eyes fluttered open and landed on Taehyung’s. A smile grew on his lips immediately
after.
“Hi,” he said, his voice hoarse from just waking up, but it made Taehyung’s heart glow. “We took quite
the long nap.”
The artists chuckled. “It appears that we did.” He ran another hand through his hair. “Did you sleep
okay?”
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“I was pretty exhausted.”
“I’m still surprised at your stamina.” He took his hand from Jimin’s hair and placed it instead on his
waist, so he could pull him into a kiss.
Jimin sighed into it, softly inserting his tongue and licking the inside of Taehyung’s bottom lip. They
kissed deeply for only a moment, before Jimin pulled away.
“As much as I would love to lay here and kiss you all night, we should probably talk about this.”
Taehyung nodded nervously. The long anticipated and heavily feared discussion about the stakes of his
decisions.
“O-okay?” He didn’t know how to start, but Jimin apparently did. He sat up on the bed, gestured for
Taehyung to do this same, and clasped his hands together.
“So,” He began. “I kissed you the other day, and then you ran off, and now you’re back, and I just don’t
understand what changed.”
Taehyung breathed through his nose loudly. He too was getting whiplash from his own shifts in choices
and there was still more to analyze. The conversation with Yoongi sparked something in him for sure, but he
didn’t know how to continue.
“I guess I just decided, I wanted to…” Taehyung trailed off, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Jimin
tilted his head.
“To? To be with me?”
“Well, I…”
Jimin pursed his lips at the other’s hesitancy. “To fuck and move on?”
“No, no!” Taehyung waved his hands in front of him frantically. “Definitely not that! I really like you
Jimin, I do. And when I realized I should give what we had a chance, I didn’t really have time to think, I just
wanted to finish where we left off, and I’m…” He looked at Jimin’s softening eyes and his chest started to
burn. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you what you wanted first.”
The artist smiled. “I can’t exactly say I didn’t want to do that.” Jimin chuckled softly and looked down
in his lap for a while as his smile disappeared. “To make it easier, I’ll tell you now what I want.”
Taehyung leaned in, heart racing.
“I want you, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you feel the same.”
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“You really like me, I know.” He still didn’t look up. “But Tae, you told me about how hard your last
break up was and I don’t know anything about how that’s still affecting you.”
Taehyung tensed. It was bound to happen, having to tell Jimin how broken hearted he had been and
possibly still was. He mentioned how it affected his art, but there was so much more to the story. So much
pain ready to be dug from the dirt.
But Yoongi had already started the process, and it was only right for Jimin to continue.
“I saw him yesterday,” Taehyung began. The artist looked up to him then, eyes slightly wide and
glimmering with curiosity. He swallowed thickly. “His name is Yoongi. He works with Jungkook
apparently.”
“Was it...hard for you to see him?”
Taehyung hated how weak Jimin’s voice sounded, as if he was already causing the other harm, without
even getting that far.
“It was the first time I’ve seen him, since he broke up with me.” Taehyung dropped his gaze from Jimin,
a gash opening in his chest. “It was like all the anger came rushing back and I yelled at him for destroying me
and then he yelled back and said it was my fault I didn’t have a passion anymore-”
“Tae-” Jimin started when the other’s voice cracked. Taehyung could see him reaching for his hand, but
he pulled away. He had to get this part out, before he could even think to retreat.
“But he was right...I’ve just been broken for the last few months, not doing anything and blaming him
for leaving me and feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t think I was good enough…
“And he told some things I already knew. Like how I didn’t care about what he did. How I was
desperate for his attention and his validation, but it was never requited…
“I was selfish, but still dependent on him...I only realized there was a problem in our relationship when
he stopped showing me the same amount of love, but even after he left I don’t know if I missed him or just
missed the way he made me feel…”
Taehyung was crying now. The tears were leaving warm smudges on his cheeks. His stomach was
quivering and unstable, using all its strength to keep itself standing.
“So after he told me off, I didn’t really have anything left to say. The only thing I knew is that I wanted
to be with you. Not anywhere else, but here.”
Jimin was quiet for a while. Taehyung felt his eyes burning into him, but he had no idea what the artist
would say.
“I’m sorry.” He said after a long string of silence. “I know it must have been hard for you to lose

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someone you care about, regardless of why you cared about them.”
Taehyung nodded and wiped his tears away. He knew he should say more, but his mind kept replaying
his conversation with Yoongi like a broken record. It had been too short. In his defense, Taehyung had hardly
had the time to respond, having been shocked silent by the potency of his accusations, but yet…
It reminded him of the breakup.
Abrupt, and without mercy.
He had thought storming out as soon as he saw Yoongi would be saving him from more agony, but his
ex had dragged him back into the pit that he still remained trapped in. As much as he had hoped coming to
Jimin would help him make a decision or at least help him feel better, he still had a rotten feeling inside him.
And it grew worse the longer loose ends remained frayed and untied. Perhaps he didn’t get as much
closure as he thought.
“But why ?” Jimin spoke up again, interrupting his thoughts.
Taehyung frowned.
“Why what?”
“ Why did you want to come here?”
His mouth fell open and he stuttered a few times.
He should know why.
But he didn’t.
Taehyung liked Jimin, wasn’t that enough?
He liked being around Jimin, he liked the way he made him feel, he liked how he didn’t think about
Yoongi when he was with him…
Was that a bad thing?
“Because, I…”
“Because it sounds like you came here to prove that you’re somehow over your ex boyfriend.” Jimin’s
voice was taut, and void of amusement. Taehyung’s mind did a double take, the shift almost too sudden to
comprehend the first time around. He inhaled quickly, his throat blocked with a vinegary thickness.
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“You keep saying that, but what you’re also saying is your ex boyfriend told you off and then you came
straight here, without even considering if you’re ready to be in a relationship again.”
“Well I don’t know if I am-”
“Then what do you want. I keep asking you that, but I’m not getting an answer.”
“I don’t know , but we can take things slow …”
“But what will it lead to Taehyung? If you’re not ready, then that’s fine, but you have to tell me how you
feel.”
“You make me so happy Jimin.” Taehyung said desperately. He saw a flicker of affection in Jimin’s
eyes, but there was still so much confusion distorting his face, a struggle that he put there. It felt as if there
were no words to accurately describe how he felt.
“I feel so much better when you’re around, like my passion is coming back-”
Like I’m learning how to love again.
“-like you’re healing me…”
Jimin’s face dropped suddenly and the other didn’t notice until he was straightening his back and closing
Taehyung out. Face darkening, Jimin spoke again.
“I’m not your fucking medicine.”
The words, sharp as a blade, made Taehyung wince, his heart a drowning pulse.
Eyes already beginning to fill again, he tried backtracking. “No, Jimin, that’s not what I meant-”
“Then what do you mean .” Jimin’s voice was raising and Taehyung was collapsing in on himself.
‘If you could paint yourself as you are right now, what would you do?’
(A self portrait, boy bleeding acrylic paints.)
“You say that you like me, but in my perspective, it sounds like you’re just using me to forget about
Yoongi-”
(A portrait, boy drowning boy in a heavy flood of half-truths.)
Jimin was such a flood.
“And I want you to be with me because you want to, not because you just want to feel better about

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yourself again-”
I do want you, what don’t you see?
(A self-portrait, boy tangled in the roots of his own soul.)
“You can’t even talk about your ex without crying-”
“Jimin, I don’t love him anymore, I swear-”
(A portrait, boy sees through boy made of shattered glass.)
Good artists never lie.
He shook his head sadly at Taehyung.
“Even if that’s true… you’re not over what happened. As much as I wanted you to feel the same as I
do… I think you need to figure your feelings out, before anything can happen with us.”
Jimin got up out of bed and opened the door to the bedroom. A silent invitation to leave.
“I’m sorry I kissed you yesterday. You were clearly distraught over Yoongi even then, and I just made
everything more confused. I shouldn’t have gone there without knowing where you stood with yourself.”
‘I shouldn’t have gone there’
He regrets it.
After all this falling, Jimin regrets it.
After all this growth, he was left feeling empty again.
Taehyung was such a canyon.
***
He took almost an hour to get home. Jimin’s apartment wasn’t far from his, but he moved like molasses,
wandering around in his own world, trying to put a puzzle together in his head.
Somewhere deep in his brain he was afraid of going home because it would be accepting defeat. Hoseok
would ask how he was, and Taehyung was finally tired of lying. Tired of saying he was okay, when he
wasn’t.
He felt lost. His mind was a jumble of replayed thoughts and conversations. Yoongi had said he cared
too much about his art. Jimin had said he cared too much about Yoongi. Taehyung thought he cared about

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Jimin, just the right amount.
But the truth is Taehyung felt attached to all three, without a certainty if he needed to let one of them go.
Where should he cut the red string of fate...what part of his life no longer needed to be there.
After a long time, he finally found himself at home again. As expected, Hoseok was dancing in the
living room, having pushed all the furniture off to the side. He stopped as soon as Taehyung walked in.
Hoseok’s face dropped when he saw Taehyung’s blank expression.
“Tae, are you okay?”
His sun rushed over to him, anchoring him back to Earth, and led him to the couch, as far in the corner
as it had been displaced. Hoseok sat down first, and gently placed Taehyung’s head in his lap. As terrified as
he was of confiding in Hoseok, he knew it was his only option.
“What happened to me, Hobi?” He asked, staring at the white ceiling.
“What do you mean?”
Not even Taehyung knew, really.
“I just used to be so passionate and confident in myself and now everything is just...blurry.”
Hoseok hummed and began running a soothing hand through his hair.
“Is this about Jimin?”
It was always about him.
“It’s about everything…” Taehyung tried, not doing much to narrow down his question.
So, he explained what had happened the other day. He recalled, to the best of his ability everything
Yoongi had said to him, everything he relayed to Jimin, all of Jimin’s reactions.
It must have been alarming for Hoseok to hear, knowing nothing more than the last time he saw
Taehyung was when the artist was breaking down.
There were a few small observations Taehyung picked up on throughout his story.
Like how he seemed void of tears as he told it. He thought about his lack of tears as Yoongi was
breaking up with him, only to have it pour out when he got home after the fact. He thought about his lack of
tears when Jimin kissed him for the first time, only to have it pour out when he rushed home in fear.
Like his weeping was always saved for when he was alone. Like while he was with someone else, it was

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enough to keep him standing.
Hoseok clutched onto him as he told his tale, listening intently.
“And now I’m just unsure of myself...I like Jimin so much, but what if this whole time, I just keep
falling in love for all the wrong, selfish reasons.”
The most trustworthy aspect of Hoseok was how seriously he took the feelings of his friends. So when
he did not answer right away, Taehyung was not anxious it was because he didn’t know what to say. He knew
that Hoseok was putting all his energy into giving the best advice he could.
“Why did you start painting in the first place, Taehyung?” He asked, his voice a velvety soft.
And then it was the artist’s turn to be lost for words. The answer seemed too simple.
“Because I loved it.”
“Yes! Exactly ! You did it because you loved it!”
“Hoseok, that’s obvious, what is-“
“Taehyung, you are finally asking the right questions. You are ready for the cold hard truth.”
“Oh, God.”
“You started painting for you. There was nobody in your life who told you that you should pursue art.
You found your passion all by yourself and for years you only cared about what you thought about your
work. If you were satisfied, then that was enough.
“But, then somewhere along the way… after you began getting praise and success, after you fell in love
with someone who fell in love with you because of your work, you lost confidence in yourself.
“Not necessarily because you didn’t think you were talented. You lost your ability to be satisfied with
yourself. And you began to care only if your loved ones liked your art...You thought you were gaining
confidence in your work because of Yoongi, but you were actually losing it, because it depended entirely on
him.”
“So when Yoongi left, you attributed it all to your art. You thought it was all because you had lost the
part of you that made you special.
“But what always made you special was not your talent or your work, but because you were always
unequivocally you. You never cared what people thought and you painted everything that inspired you and
you talked of nothing but love and souls and passion and that’s the part of you that got lost. It didn’t get lost
when Yoongi left, but rather when you convinced yourself he stayed because of your art, not because of
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Shocking to Taehyung, Hoseok's sentiment did not hurt as he absorbed it. In fact, it was quite the
contrary. All the pieces were coming together. Finally, he was beginning to see the big picture. One answer to
a mystery.
Perhaps his soul had just gotten too swept up in Yoongi's and that's why Taehyung had felt like his was
fading. He needed to refind himself.
"Do you think I ever actually loved him?"
His best friend laughed brightly and the artist felt some of his worry dissipate.
" Tae, " Hoseok ruffled his hair affectionately. "Of course , you did. It was genuine love, it was partially
why you were so heartbroken. But all I'm saying is that your happiness cannot depend on other people."
"I miss him."
"Do you miss him or the praise?"
This question had occurred to him recently. This time around, it was not hard for an answer to spring
from his lips.
"Him."
Hoseok smiled down at his friend, but it faded when Taehyung continued.
"That's pathetic isn't it? Being so devastated just because I lost someone to compliment my work…"
Another hand through his hair. Soft fingers sent chills through him. "You lost someone you loved,
Taehyung. It's not pathetic that you felt that loss. And, if what you're saying is true, if you really miss him
because it's him, then it's not too late to allow Yoongi back in your life."
"Do you think I love Jimin?"
A breathy chuckle fell from Hoseok's lips. He placed a steady hand under Taehyung's head and brought
him up to a sitting position, so they were at eye level.
"Whether or not you love Jimin for who he is ... whether or not you want to let someone who hurt you
back into your life… these aren't questions I can answer for you. But if you want my advice…"
Hoseok placed a hand on Taehyung's cheek. "The only thing I have for you is that you must learn to
make yourself happy first. After you love yourself , it will be so easy to love others and let them love you."
***

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The next day, with nothing more to do that get caught up in his thoughts, there was an unknown force
that pulled him towards the Seoul Art Institute, where Jimin had graduated from.
Something inside felt that Jimin could help, even if Taehyung could not speak with him quite yet.
He walked into the Office of the Registrar and to the front desk. His mind was so far from Earth, it felt
like his body was floating inside; he was in a trance.
“Hi, I’d like to see Park Jimin’s portfolio.”
The receptionist frowned. She shook her head in confusion before answering. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
Right. People can’t just walk off the street and ask for student information.
“Uh.” Taehyung’s mind dove back to his head, so he could formulate a reasonable explanation for why
he was pining for a random student’s portfolio. A reason other than that particular student has his fingers
wrapped tightly around Taehyung’s heart with no end in sight.
His hands flew to his pocket and he fumbled for a few more seconds of awkward silence, before he
grabbed his wallet.
And suddenly he remembered why he had even gone to the museum where he met Jimin in the first
place. He was supposed to write an article for Namjoon’s paper.
He whipped out his company I.D badge and slapped it down on the front desk.
“I’m a column writer for the Seoul Sun. Park Jimin recently graduated and had paintings displayed at a
showing last week and I need to see the rest of his portfolio for my article.”
Taehyung feigned a confident voice, as inside he was filled with doubt. It's still not a good enough
reason, but it was worth a try.
His responsibility as a writer had suddenly dawned on him again; he needed an article written in a few
days, so it must have been luck that brought him to the university.
Luck must have been with him still because the receptionist was rolling her eyes and swinging her chair
over to a file cabinet. She flicked through countless manila folders, before pulling out one that was
particularly thick.
Then, she rolled her seat over to a copier and scanned every piece of paper the folder contained.
Taehyung got a peak at some of the colors and giddiness sparked in his belly.
“Here. I can’t give you his actual folder, but those are copies you can use for your article.” She said in a
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“Thank you! Thank you!” Taehyung grabbed the file with too much eagerness and rushed out of the
door.
But still, he couldn’t find it within himself to go home. So he found a park bench on the Art Institute
campus. It was overlooking a pond, surrounded by trees, and gently hidden from sunlight. Taehyung crossed
his legs and opened the portfolio on his lap.
The stack of papers was thick. Years of projects and masterpieces all in Taehyung’s hand.
The first few were sketches. A charcoal drawing of faceless ballet dancers.
The sun leaked through the cracks between branches above Taehyung, the light projecting stripes of
brightness onto the paper. He thought about Hoseok.
The next were bursting with color. A faceless woman drowning in a thick rainbow pond. A man under a
yellow blanket, facing a dark blue night sky and a big silver moon. Taehyung thought about Yoongi, but with
fondness rather than pain.
A painting with two men back to back, one in the light, one in the dark. Two sides of the same coin, two
halves of the same soul.
A painting with a man opening a curtain, revealing a storm. Taehyung thought about Jin.
One mindless sketch displaying nobody in a scene of a crumbling mountain. Still, with not a single body
in the picture, Taehyung thought about Namjoon.
The next was a watercolor painting. Another faceless man, diving from the moon into a rippling river.
Taehyung thought about himself.
And after that, the men weren’t faceless anymore.
Perhaps they were , on the page at least, but Taehyung couldn’t tell. Each person told its own story, in a
single scene, and the artist imagined him in each one. Flipping through the folder and laying eyes on each
piece of art was like absorbing an entire book about himself, even if he had never lived through what the
paintings were depicting.
Eventually, the paintings grew their own faces. Some Taehyung didn’t recognize. He noticed Jungkook a
few times, but it wasn’t until he came across more pieces of his best friend that he started to feel pieces of
himself coming together.
He saw himself get heartbroken. He saw himself drowning in his own thoughts and insecurities. He saw
himself turning away from passion. He saw all the people in his life, bringing him back.
He saw, through all of Jimin’s work, why he loved art in the first place.
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‘You got hurt, Taehyung. But, you don’t need to stop doing what you love just because of a broken heart.
It used to bring you so much happiness. Why does that have to change?’
('You spend so much of your time painting souls…')
'But, then somewhere along the way… you lost confidence in yourself.'
('I'm sorry it took me so long so realize ours don't blend like they should…')
'One person does not define your worth. Be your own motivation, your own inspiration'
('What's my soul?'
' Sorry, I haven’t quite figure you out.'
Jimin smiled, as if there was not need for Taehyung to apologize in the first place. He seem satisfied with
the answer.
'Let me know when you do.'
“You’ll be the first to know.”)
Taehyung looked down at the paintings and up at the pond in front of him. Pink flowers were floating at
the surface and he watched as the last flower in the tree above dropped onto the last free space of water, the
final piece, so the rippling surface was adorned with a flawless floral coating.
He owed an apology to Jimin.
Because Jimin wouldn't be the first to know what his soul is.
First, Taehyung had some bridges to rebuild.
He sent off a text he never thought he would again.
I need you.
***
Yoongi showed up at his door half an hour later. His hands were shoved in his pocket, a shy smile on his
lips, shoulder lifted upwards like he was concealing himself behind injured wings.
And the sight of him didn't hurt.
"Hi," Yoongi said, biting his lips nervously. “You said you needed me?”

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Taehyung, on his own high of emotional resolution, pushed down the knot in his stomach, and surprised
both men by pulling the other into a tight hug.
"I've missed you."
The sound he made in his voice was hardly coherent, the breathe escaping his lips blew weakly, with
relief, against Taehyung’s shoulder. When he pulled back, his eyes shimmered like a full moon on a dark sky.
"I missed you too." Yoongi replied, voice breaking the silence of Taehyung’s thoughts.
And the first plank of a bridge was put into place.

“I need your help with something, but first,” Taehyung turned on his heel after they pulled apart and
went to work making coffee. He gestured for Yoongi to sit at his dining table.
Taehyung ignored the numb throbbing in his chest. He was ready to be in a positive light with Yoongi
again, but they needed to get the potential grudges out of the way. He didn’t finish his thought until he was
setting a drink down in front of the other man and sitting across from him.
"We owe some apologies to each other."
Yoongi pulled his lips into a tight line and nodded for Taehyung to start off.
"I'm sorry I didn't show interest in you work while we were together. I cared too much about getting
your validation, that I didn't see it was hurting you."
Before Yoongi could open his mouth, Taehyung was already cutting him off.
" But," He said harshly. "You broke up with me in an awful way. You basically just said we didn’t belong
together and nothing else. I didn't realize I had lost myself and it didn't help thinking that my boyfriend had
fallen out of love with me for no reason."
"Tae, I'm so s-"
"If you had given me a single real reason why you were ending things, it could have saved us a lot of
trouble."
"You're right." Yoongi dropped his head in his hands, frustrated with himself. "You're right. I'm so sorry,
I fucked up. But, please just understand, I still loved you at that time… I was hard enough for me to come to
the conclusion we weren't meant to be together, much less hurt you and I just pani-"
"You were right too though..."
Yoongi paused. "What?"

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"We weren't soulmates… we still aren't, but I'm starting to see for myself, that we don't have to be
together for you to still be in my life…"
Taehyung snorted when Yoongi gave him a jokingly inquisitive glance.
"You think souls can intertwine in a different way?"
His old friend was quite the romantic too. As much as he clearly spent too much time talking about his
work, Yoongi was never uninterested.
“I never gave you the same attention that I craved, and that was unfair.” Taehyung continued, not
wanting to just antagonize Yoongi, but admit his faults as well. “I hope you’ll forgive me, because I am really
sorry. I was so selfish that I never even noticed you didn’t love me anymore-”
Taehyung looked up to Yoongi’s frown, but he kept talking.
“-and even after I still made it about my artistic passion and not me actually missing you. But I do hope
you know, as much as I was concerned with my art, I did really love you until the end, even if you didn’t-“
“You keep saying that.”
“Saying what?”
“That I didn’t love you.”
Taehyung’s mouth opened and closed. His words were spoken hesitantly, like he was thinking about
each individual one. Yoongi looked down into his coffee.
“You know what I mean…” Taehyung said when he finally found his voice.
“I don’t think I do.”
Taehyung gritted his teeth in confusion. He had said his piece; it was time for answers.
“Your turn. Why did you break up with me?”
Yoongi winced as the artist’s words lashed from his mouth like a whip. He didn’t look up, so Taehyung
didn’t stop.
“I know you didn’t love me, because of the way you ended everything...There was no closure. You owed
me more than that. So, 10 months later Yoongi, you have to tell me now.”
“Stop saying I didn’t love you, Taehyung.”
“You literally said you don’t love me the way I wanted-“

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“I was in love with you then, but now, I just...love you. Miss you. Want to be in your life. Its as simple
as that, whatever you want to call it. But when I broke up with you, I was just-“ Yoongi’s breath shuddered.
Taehyung leaned closer, the pace of his heart increasing from a steady drumbeat to a pounding pressure.
“...I was setting you free.”
The air was thin as Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip.
When Taehyung didn’t answer, when he stared at Yoongi with a dry mouth and nothing to say, Yoongi
sighed. He twiddled his fingers, and thought how to explain.
“I loved you,” He began, as if that would somehow bring Taehyung any comfort. “But I never thought
that we had that..”
He clenched his fist in front of him. His attempt at depicting power. Strength. Passion.
“We never had that love where it’s just a burning feeling in your chest… The type that leaves no doubts.
It’s like the difference between love and being in love. I thought that I was in love with you, but when I
noticed that you weren’t in love with me…it became more clear.”
“I was.” Taehyung spoke, but his voice came out coarse, like the words were being dragged on
sandpaper.
Yoongi smiled. A sad clarity kind of smile.
“You think you did, but it didn’t seem that way to me. You loved me, but you were in love with your art.
You’d paint all day and tell me all about it and speak like it was the most amazing thing you did every time.
You were in love with it. A burning sun in your chest, butterflies in your stomach, no doubts and no regrets
kind of love. When I noticed that you would never talk about me the way you talk about art…I thought
ending it, so you can focus on your one true love, was better for us both.”
‘I was setting you free’
Taehyung’s chest throbbed in longing. “So, I thought you broke up with me because you didn’t love me
anymore. But you actually broke up with me...because you thought I didn’t love you?”
Yoongi’s lips twitched. His eyes were nothing but kind and they sparkled like an expanding star. Larger
than life.
“I guess so”
He took a sip of his coffee, cup still hot. Steam floated in front of his face.
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mind. A ‘what could have been’ kind of thought.
But Yoongi was already one step ahead.
“Things wouldn’t have worked out no matter how we look at it. If you have to continuously tell
someone that you love them, instead of it being overtly obvious, then it isn’t the right love.”
“This really would have been nice to know a few months ago.” Taehyung snorted. His words were not
harsh. Soon enough, in some way or another, they would both have to move on. This was the kind of closure
he had always wanted.
Yoongi scrunched up his face. “I know. I didn’t really know how to handle it, since it was so hard to do.
I tried reaching out a few times, but I assumed you didn’t want to talk.”
He looked like he was considering something and then winced. “Also sorry for lashing out last time we
talked. That was certainly not what I intended.”
Taehyung laughed dryly. “I wouldn’t worry about it. I needed the wake up call.”
“Are we okay then?”
A closing question. The final plank of the bridge in Taehyung’s hands.
“I miss painting.” He said instead, leaving Yoongi’s question to dangle. There would be plenty of time
for him and the other to reconnect.
“I’m sorry if that was my fault.”
“No,” the artist shook his head and wrapped tight fingers around his mug. “It’s mine. I let my passion
get taken from me too easily.”
Taehyung wanted to laugh. He had let himself sink into a pit of self deprecation all because he thought
he wasn’t good enough. He let himself believe that was the reason Yoongi had left him...when the whole time
it was the opposite.
Yoongi knew how fiercely he loved art. And Taehyung had gone and let it be about other people rather
than himself.
A long time passed before Yoongi spoke again. When he did, Taehyung latched onto the new topic,
since it was his last step in moving on.
“You said you needed help?”
“Yeah, it’s um…” Taehyung chuckled and looked down. “It’s about someone I...”

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He was unsure how to finish the sentence. When he looked up, Yoongi was smiling.
Not of hint of jealousy, or hurt, or betrayal. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes and the roundness of
his pupil told Taehyung that it was pride and affection that reflected back at him.
“Is he…”
“Yeah. I think he is.”
Yoongi smiled so big that his teeth and gums showed. Taehyung truly had missed him.
As much as they misunderstood each other near the end, Yoongi did know him so fucking well.
“It’s about damn time.” He said, words as comforting as a hand to hold. “You finally found someone to
complete your scenery.”
***
The next three weeks would have been a whir of endless work, if Taehyung had never rekindled his old
passion. He spent every second of everyday painting his final project, his final shot. And because it was like
falling in love all over again, it never felt like work.
After smoothing out all the rough edges with Yoongi, Hoseok had come home immediately after. He too,
with a smile brighter than light itself, pulled Yoongi into his arms and exclaimed loudly that he was glad
Yoongi was back.
And then Taehyung had asked them both of assistance. Covering the walls of his bedroom with canvas
paper was not a task he could do alone, especially with his time limit.
His article for Namjoon’s paper was due a week after his conversation with Yoongi. It would take the
two weeks after that to publish it.
He spent the whole first day writing. He typed away furiously, speaking only of one artist who
impressed him and showed potential at the showing. It was off to Namjoon the next day.
“You really hype up this graduate…” Namjoon had texted him. “Do you know him?”
“Of course not.” Taehyung had responded, staring innocently at his phone when he typed back the
message. “That would give him an unfair bias.”
He would admit, only after the paper had been published, that he was all kinds of swept up in Jimin’s
tide.
And the day after that, Taehyung and Hoseok and Yoongi were plastering his walls with a space for a
new mural. The artist caught up completely with Yoongi, finally listening intently on everything he had to
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He quipped with Hoseok for what seemed like hours regarding his songs, the dancer showing interest in
choreographing a few.
When two of his four bedroom walls were covered in white, he took a pencil to the linen and began to
sketch.
He worked tirelessly for two whole weeks to get every detail correct with the line work. Then, when he
took the paints to the surface, Taehyung focused all his energy on ensuring the scenes blended together as
natural as a sunset.
Taehyung had not painting like this in almost a year. Each milestone he passed, it was like another stitch
in his chest. He had not felt such a drumming of his heart or warmth in his cheeks in months .
He had missed this feeling most of all. Like spring after winter, like rain after a drought, his passion was
finally becoming reborn.
And when it was done, when he finally blotted the final drop of color and wiped his brow of sweat and
paint, he stepped away from his work and reached out. Taehyung squinted his eyes and inspected the details
between his outstretched fingers and decided it was time for it to be seen.
‘I’d suggest reading this week’s edition of the Seoul Sun. I may have mentioned you on my column.’
And that had been all that he had sent to Jimin.
***
A whole day of radio silence. Taehyung knew he would come. He wasn’t obvious in his invitation; just a
genuine hope that he missed Taehyung as well.
The sun was just setting when the artist heard a knock at his door. He had been pacing around his
apartment all day, while Hoseok talked to him in order to ease his conscious.
“What are you so worried about?” His best friend hadn’t even looked up from his phone. “Jimin likes
you as much as you like him.”
Taehyung gnawed at his nails. “Well last time I tried to convince him of my feelings I just made
everything worse…”
“Then don’t make everything worse this time.”
Taehyung threw his hands up in the air and Hoseok looked up briefly to smile dramatically.
“I’m not doing it on purpose, but what if he thinks I’m being too presumptuous, what if the mural sucks,
what if-“
“Okay, Tae, okay. No spiraling.” Hoseok had then stood and taken his hand, so he could stare him in the

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eyes. The dark pool of his pupil grew in size and consumed Taehyung.
“You are amazing. Your mural is amazing. Jimin is going to love it and he is going to love you. If you
just explain your mistakes and tell him outright how you feel, everything will be perfect. Now deep breath.”
Hoseok guided him in a long inhale, to slow his heartbeat while his calm eyes anchored him to the floor.
Hours later, Taehyung was pushing Hoseok out of the room so he could answer the door.
Although it was likely Jimin would have come, Taehyung still was shocked speechless to see the other
man’s soft pink hair and small crescent eyes looking back at him. Blood rushed to his cheeks.
It had been three weeks since seeing Jimin and it was pretty much the longest he would ever want to go
again.
“Hi,” was all Taehyung could say.
Jimin smiled at him and lifted the paper that was in his hands. A copy of the paper with Taehyung’s
article.
“‘ Park Jimin’s ability to capture a person’s soul exceeds any artist’s I have ever seen. His talent and
love for art made me rediscover my own passion. I have no doubt his paintings would be able to add life to
any gallery, as a river adds life to a forest.’” Jimin’s lips curled upwards as he finished the final section of
Taehyung’s piece.
The purpose of writing it was to point out any up and coming artists. Taehyung knew of his bias, but
there was not a single person he thought deserved such praise.
“I’ve already been contacted by three small galleries for possible commissions to display my work.”
Jimin smiled down at the paper, clearly still hesitant to look at Taehyung directly, but the younger man didn’t
care. He felt a rush of pride.
“The last part was particularly interesting to me, however.” Jimin said, as he entered Taehyung’s
apartment. He stepped off to the side, more than happy to allow him in. “‘... as a river gives life to a forest.’”
He gave Taehyung an inquisitive glance, choosing to lean against the counter of his kitchen. Taehyung
stayed planted to the back of the door, too nervous to move under Jimin’s searing eyes. He didn’t speak for a
while and let silence grow generously between them, wanting to hear Jimin’s reaction first.
The pink haired artist looked at Taehyung like he was trying to read him. His eyes looped around his
face and down his body, his own lips in a tight line.
And after a while, Jimin dove into the silence and let the ripples of his soft voice carry around the room.
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“Took you long enough to decide.”
A breath of relief from Taehyung’s lips. He rubbed his arm.
“You’re quite a character. What can I say?”
Jimin hummed. “How did you know I would come?”
He didn’t.
“Because I’m so irresistible.”
Jimin smiled. A nervous, affectionate, walking-on-eggshells smile.
“Thank you for the article. I didn’t expect that.”
“It was nothing. You helped me and I thought it only right I helped you too. Good to hear it’s already
paying off.”
“ I helped you?”
Taehyung swallowed. His hands shook against his arms. Again, he found himself fearful of the future.
“I owe you a few things Jimin. An apology, an explanation, but first I’d like to show you something… If
you’d let me. It’ll give you some insight on just how you helped me…”
Taehyung started walking towards his room, feeling a quiver of relief when he heard Jimin’s timid
footsteps behind him. He put his hands on the doorknob and turned once more to look at Jimin.
“Before I met you, I hadn’t painted in almost a year, so basically I had to let out 10 months of that pent
up artistic energy in matter of weeks. Sorry if it looks rushed.”
And without waiting for a response, he opened the door to reveal his new mural.
Seven Souls.
And showing it to Jimin was opening his chest like a vault. Directly across the door was the first wall
where the large painting began.
The whole thing depicted scenes of nature blending in each other and atop each individual aspect was
line work of a man.
Starting at the far left, Taehyung had drawn Jungkook, with his outline painted sharp and distinct. His
form looked projected on top of his soul, which Taehyung had decided to be an ocean . Waves crashed down
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and wide features. His hands were outstretched to Namjoon.
Namjoon, who had a strong fortress of rock mountains sprouting from the linework of his chest, looked
patient and strong, a true representation of himself. The water from Jungkook’s ocean soul splashed onto the
stoney shores of Namjoon’s, blue blending into brown.
Jin, with the soul of a storm, was standing behind the first two men. Lightning crackled on his eyes and
a purple and gray cloud floated behind the outline of his shoulders. His rain poured into Jungkook’s sea and
his strikes broke down some of Namjoon’s edges. Chaos blending into stability.
Right before the dip of the corner in Taehyung’s room was Hoseok. Looking at it still filled him with
affection. His best friend’s outline showed off the sharp curve of his jaw and the heart resemblance of his
mouth. On the right side of his chest was a blossoming sun.
Taehyung knew Jimin liked to paint him with the soul of a flower, so he painted the sun with edges
curling to the sides. Sunlight was swirling along his fingers in bright ribbons of yellow. Hoseok, with a
blinding force in his eyes, was looking at Yoongi.
Yoongi, whose line work was soft and thick, had none other than a galaxy splattered behind his head. An
mess of purples and blacks and dark blues. White stars dropped across every inch of the galaxy, especially
behind his eyes.
Taehyung added a moon where his heart would be, to compliment Hoseok’s. The older man was the start
of the next wall, him and the dancer connected by the cut of the corner. Day blending into night.
Yoongi’s soul moonlight was dripping onto a forest, like a melting ice cream cone, where Taehyung was
depicted. He painted his own outline sitting crossed legged, a dreamy expression on his face. The trees of his
body bloomed high and strong, a vibrant mix of greens; all the life finally returned. His eyes were looking
directly at the last soul of the mural.
Jimin was smiling wider than anyone else, and his line work was done with thin lines and lots of curves.
He had an arm thrown around Taehyung, to ensure their souls could intertwine.
And Jimin's soul, a river, ran right through Taehyung. A winding path of light blue, giving life to the
forest. It started deep in the distance, the source in Jimin's belly, but it ran everywhere .
None of the other six had any color in their body, besides the scene of nature to show their soul, but
Taehyung would have been heartbroken to not include something for the soft blush color of Jimin's hair. So
he added pink flowers, any type he could paint, and scattered them across the river.
Jimin was the final piece of his soul scenery, the one to compliment him the most. Even after painting it
and checking the details countless times, the sight of it still made Taehyung gasp.
And then Jimin was there, not having said a single thing the whole time. He stepped forward and ran his
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picture.
"You did all this for me?" Jimin finally said. His voice was dry and weak, like he had not breathed for
the entire time he admired Taehyung's work.
The artist considered the question longer than should be necessary and decided on a more honest answer.
"No," he said. "I did it for me."
The artist chuckled, the shocked looked on Jimin's face much too amusing to keep quiet. He raised his
eyebrows and for a moment Taehyung thought he had done something wrong, but then a smile bloomed on
his lips. He still said nothing, so Taehyung swallowed thickly and continued.
"When I said a while ago, that you had healed me, as if I was just using you to feel better about myself
again. I chose the wrong word." Taehyung spoke slowly, to ensure he was choosing the right words this time
around. "You were really reminding me the impact that art can have. Why I loved it in the first place. I didn’t
want to spend time with you just to get over my ex-boyfriend or for someone to revere my art like Yoongi
used to... I was passionate about your work and it reminded me how passionate I was about mine. And I was
falling for you because I loved every part of you that you showed me.”
Jimin's eyes were deep and consuming. Taehyung couldn't look away.
"That's why I chose a river. You can be calm and patient or exciting and dangerous. You can give life or
take it away. You can go wherever there is a place for you or you can make your own path and flood over
everything in your way-"
"Pretty convient how well a river is associated with a forest."
Jimin was trying to hold back a smile and Taehyung felt a growing of heat inside him. His laugh filled
the room.
"I was hoping it would."
"I'm assuming this is Yoongi." Jimin stepped over to the depiction of the night sky. Taehyung pursed his
lips.
"Yes. "
Jimin nodded like there was more that needed to be said.
"We talked and I think that it was the...closure that was keeping me from moving on. Like an unfinished
painting staring me down each morning, begging to be finished. I still had had little idea of why he left. I let
my insecurities get the best of me and stopped doing what I loved...but now I'm understanding just how
important it was to me and how much I was making it about whether or not someone else loved it and not if I
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Jimin looked like he was trying to reach out to him with his eyes, while still not moving.
"Be your own inspiration right?" Taehyung said with a small smile to which Jimin returned. “Either way,
I just realized I needed to rediscover my love of painting and I thought I would start with something I had
been wanting to paint for a while. A scenic painting of the seven best damn people in the world.”
Seven souls. One story.
Jimin laughed brightly. "You're right about that. But you do have a little mistake in there. I'm pretty sure
Jungkook doesn’t know those two people yet." He pointed to Namjoon and Jin, whose souls were both
intertwined with Jungkook's.
"Doesn't matter. I know all three and Jin and Joon will adopt Jungkook faster than you can blink."
Jimin raised his hands defensively. "I look forward to seeing that."
"I hope you like it…" Taehyung's voice was small, but the look Jimin gave him made him realize the
mistake.
"Actually, nevermind. I don't care if you like it."
"Because?"
"Because I like it."
"That's better."
"I'm still learning."
A short silence continued while Jimin looked around the mural again. Watching him was like swimming
in a lake of light, everything was bright and for the thousandth time, he was drowning in it. Taehyung told
himself he would paint that scene next.
"You surely reached a point of emotional clarity quite fast." Jimin noted with a hesitancy in his tone, but
Taehyung didn't mind. He snorted loudly.
"Hardly. I was lost and uncaring for almost a year and...even though you were so easy to love...it was
difficult to make myself vulnerable like that again…And while I believe I’m on a path of healing myself
now...I didn’t even care about trying to until I met you.”
Jimin smiled and took a step towards him.
"Easy to love…" He echoed.

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Make yourself vulnerable.
Taehyung nodded and didn't take it back. He let the words hang in the air and stand for all they meant.
Jimin took another step forward and they were only an arm width apart, but Taehyung didn’t stop.
“And I’m sorry for being such a trainwreck...It was just so jarring to me to feel a connection with
painting again when I thought that I had severed that line forever. And it was even more confusing to
genuinely fall in love with someone.”
Jimin pursed his lips, but all his features were softening.
“And Yoongi?” He looked like he didn’t know how to broach the subject again. Taehyung understood
that Jimin also needed closure on that issue.
“I love Yoongi, but I never was in love with him the way I thought I was. I was selfish and it was always
about me. I’ve only even been in love with art, not him, and then I mixed the feelings together and lost
myself...so when Yoongi left, it felt like art had left me too. And that was the heartbreak I suffered the most.”
“But you,” Taehyung’s voice cracked, as if the words were far too sharp. Jimin swallowed and took the
artist’s hands. His face was one of understanding.
“I fell in love with you for you and for everything you are…I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt that.”
Jimin’s eyes glistened with brewing tears and he shook his head. “It’s okay, Taehyung, of course it is...I
just had to be sure you knew how you felt.”
He knew.
"Do you think you need time to fall back in love with yourself first…"
"Yes."
Jimin nodded and looked down.
"But I think I can make room to fall in love with someone else too." Taehyung paused. " More in love."
This time it was Taehyung who closed the distance. With all the confidence he had been lacking over the
course of 10 months, he stepped forward into Jimin's space and set a hand on his cheek.
'I want you, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you feel the same.' Jimin had said.
Taehyung wanted him.

'...that love where it’s just a burning feeling in your chest .'
And when he kissed him, that's all Taehyung felt. A flicker of warmth in his chest, spreading as rapidly

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as fire in grass. A swell of sweetness against his mouth. A strong drumming in his heart.
'I love you too." Jimin said, when he pulled back. "And I love the mural. Obviously. In case you were
wondering. Any gallery in Seoul would be lucky to showcase it."
"I'm actually thinking I want a break from institutional art. I think this mural can just be for us.
“ You however...you'll have to show me which paintings of yours they're all after."
"All of them obviously. They're all amazing."
Taehyung smiled knowingly. Of course they were.
When Jimin kissed him again, his world exploded in color.
***
Two Months Later
Another showcase. Jimin had been the talk of the local art community for the past couple months and
even he was tiring of all the attention.
Taehyung, surprisingly, was not. He woke up that day and banged on Hoseok's bedroom door
incessantly when they were already running late.
'Would you calm down, your boyfriend won't care if you're two minutes late." Hoseok had said, rubbing
sleep from his eyes.
" I care ." Taehyung had replied, right before pushing Hoseok out the door.
The two met the rest at the art gallery. Hoseok went right up to Yoongi when he was in sight. Although
the two of them were nothing significant yet. Taehyung knew it was no coincidence he had painted the two of
them complimenting each other's souls well.
As for the other three, Taehyung had called it. Jungkook met Namjoon and Jin shortly after Jimin's first
piece was bought, and the youngest man couldn't keep himself away from the two of them. Jin and Jungkook
were off in the corning laughing to each other about an oddly shaped painting, while Namjoon looked at
them embarrassingly. But anyone could tell he was melting inside at their antics.
"So when are you going to let one of these art hoes commission you for another mural," Yoongi said to
him, when Taehyung caught up to Hoseok.
He scrunched up his face. "Not yet."
It was all he could say. Taehyung was enjoying where he was. He continued to write for Namjoon's

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paper, he painted in his free time, anything that he wanted.
He was learning to love himself again. And he was in love with the most talented artist in Seoul. There
was no need to change it.
The lights dimmed and Jimin was standing next to a covered painting at the front of the gallery.
Taehyung clapped louder than anyone else around.
“Thank you everyone for being here.” Jimin smiled, his eyes glistening like water over a dark, smooth
rock. “This is my last showcase for a while, as all my top paintings have already been sold elsewhere…”
Jimin flashed the crowd a sarcastically pompous glance and everyone chuckled.
“Now I will have time to work on new collections, old commissions, or basically doing whatever the
hell I want.”
Another laugh. Taehyung flushed with warmth.
“So, this will be the final thing I leave you with...My boyfriend, amazing artist Kim Taehyung, has told
me time and time again that I helped him rediscover his love for painting...”
A few pairs of eyes turned to him, but Taehyung was only focused on one. He was frozen in place, his
heart pounding.
“And while I appreciate the sentiment, I think he taught me a much more valuable lesson.” Jimin
swallowed and pulled his eyes away to address the crowd.
“Art is about making yourself vulnerable. It’s about heartbreak and rebirth and love and passion and
everything life has to offer. It’s about taking all that pain and happiness and splattering it onto a canvas for
everyone to see and however people may receive it, it doesn’t matter. Because it reflects who you are and
how you see the world. And that’s always enough.”
A couple gallery employees came around and handed everyone a glass of champagne.
“And although it may be awhile before the world sees his talent again, Taehyung will continue to inspire
and teach me and help me grow, as I will try to reciprocate. If everyone may raise their glass to Kim
Taehyung, my heart and soul, and toast to rediscovering love.”
Jimin uncovered the painting to reveal one of Taehyung. It was an enormous version of the charcoal
drawing he did the day Taehyung had met him, face turned to the side and tears pooling in his eyes.
But Taehyung was hardly looking.
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Jimin smiled at him in way that Taehyung will never get tired of seeing and his heart burned in passion and
love and everything in between and it was a blur of shaking hands and clasps on the back before Jimin was in
front of him again and they were kissing in the middle of the art gallery.
Taehyung thinks he can spend the rest of his life painting Jimin
Notes:
AND SCENE AHHH

look ik it was rushed and dramatic but vmin is cute and thats facts
this is also my little love letter to all artists out there :( if you're happy with what you create, then it's
perfect :,) keep doing what you do I LOVE YOU ALL FOR IT!!!
either way i hope you liked it!! as always, if you did, leave a comment or a kudos! i really appreciate
all the support! i don't write much vmin but sope stans read my other fics akshfhf
and follow me on Twitter (https://twitter.com/hopekookgcf)
because i love making friends and i'm hilarious
lots of love!!
jaclyn
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Chapter 2 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/18179792/chapters/45334519) : ...And Turn it into Art

"You finally found someone to complete your scenery"

WHOOPS this took a while BUT HERE WE GO

He could if he wanted to. It would be so easy. Loving Jimin would be so easy.

Hoseok was already in there, scraping away at a sizzling pan.

“It’s okay, Hobi. Don’t worry about it.”

No, he had his job to take care of first.

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“Nice job, but let’s get to important business.”

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He clenched his jaw, and turned back to Jungkook.

“I need to go, I’m sorry.”

“Wait! Taehyung, I‘ve been wanting to talk to you!”

“Tae, please, let’s just talk, we have to-”

“ We ,” Taehyung gestured between the two of them. “Don’t have to do anything .”

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“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Desperation was pouring out his mouth with every word.

“Of course I did.”

Taehyung’s chest was heaving.

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But he had a passion for Jimin, and everything Jimin did.

He missed the other artist. He needed to see him.

He surged forward and crashed their lips together.

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“Are you sure?”

But, he was an artist.

They show it.

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“Jimin-“ He moaned, his back arching off the bed.

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“Jimin, c-come here.”

“Jimin, I’m ready,” He breathed heavily. “I’m ready for you.”

“I need to prep you first, sweetie.”

“Well, get to it then.”

Both men were panting hard against each other.

“Do you have-“

“In the drawer, let me-“

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“Wait-“ Taehyung breathed, making Jimin halt to a stop.

“Okay,” he nodded and Jimin slowly pushed a finger in.

“More,” He murmured quietly, but Jimin still heard.

“I’ve admired you for so long, I never thought I would ever-”

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Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jimin’s back.

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“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

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Can you come over? We need to talk.

Paint a happy expression on your face, he will believe you.

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Detached. Agonizingly short.

As empty of sentiment as Taehyung's chest felt.

After all, if he isn’t Taehyung’s soulmate, who else is there?

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“To? To be with me?”

Taehyung leaned in, heart racing.