Requested by; Hopeless_Souls

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You watched as the boys each got their photos taken, one by one, in pairs, groups, all together, in every configuration. 

It was really an epic set, it was a warehouse, and there was confetti everywhere the eye could see after the boys were done. 

You were sitting on one of the empty boxes, waiting for the boys to be done. 

You grew up with Yoongi, and when everyone was still young, you'd met the rest of the boys. 

You were close with Hobi, Yoongi, and Jimin in particular. 

Your back pack full of arts supplies was next to you, and as you grew more impatient, you pulled out your sketch pad, thinking that you could draw for now. 

You started out sketching simple things. 

One of the boxes on set, the staircase, the camera man holding a camera, Bang Pd-nim. 

They were all quick sketches, but none of them really satisfied the urge you had to draw something magnificent. 

You looked around, still trying to find something or someone to draw. 

As your eyes scanned the room, they landed on a head of pink hair. 

Jimin was getting ready to get some of his last photos taken. 

Your lips parted slightly, spacing out as you stared at the boy. 

His hair was perfectly moved, his face fully exposed, clear skin, sharp jaw, the black sweater juxtaposing his skin and hair perfectly, and the necklace just adding something special to the look. 

He was beautiful. 

Just then, you were startled by a hand ruffling your hair. 

You jumped, swatting at the hand. 

You looked up quickly to see Yoongi, as he retreated his hands to the pocket of his jacket. 

He let out a chuckle. 

"Bitch!" you jokingly said, smacking him with your drawing pad. 

He laughed, sitting down next to you. 

You scooted over, but as you were doing so, Yoongi reached out and grabbed your drawing pad. 

"Cute drawings," he began, holding it out of your reach. 

"I'll kill you-"

"Is that... PD-nim?" he said, turning his head sideways as he looked at the small cartoon like drawing of the boys manager. 

You snatched your drawing pad back from him quickly. 

"I'm kinda running low on inspiration right now." you said, biting your lip. 

"Is there anything you want to draw?" he asked, leaning back on his hand. 

You looked down, then looked over to Jimin, who was just about to finish his set. 

"Ugh- go ask." he said, pushing you off the box. 

"Hey!" You exclaimed. 

In that moment, you realized that this would be the perfect opportunity. 

Just before Jimin was about to get up from the steps he was sitting on, you ran over, calling his name. 

He looked over, his eyes going wide before almost disappearing in his bright smile. 

"What's up?" he asked softly. 

"Could you... Be my model?" you asked. 

Jimin raised an eyebrow. 

"Please! I want to sketch and maybe even paint, but nothing is that great here, but you're perfect-" you stopped yourself, realizing you'd accidentally spilled one of your opinions on him. 

Jimin's cheeks grew a bit pink. 

"Please," you took a deep breath. "Be my Muse." 

Jimin looked down for a moment, playing with his sweater paws before looking back up. 

"Okay." 

Your eyes widened, "Really?" 

He nodded. 

"Ah! Okay! Okay!" You rushed, looking for your phone. 

When you took it out, you almost dropped it. 

Then you told him to pose as he had for the photo shoot, and snapped a photo of him. 

A few photos. 

"Thank you!" You smiled, looking up at him before looking at the photos on your phone. 

As you were looking, you felt a warmth beside you. 

Jimin was less than a foot away, looking down at the photos on your phone. 

You felt yourself stop breathing for a moment. 

It was from then on, that Jimin stuck very close to you. 

He was curious about your artistic representation of him, plus, he admired you greatly. 

As you all walked to the van to go back to the hotel, you stared at your sketch pad and phone, thinking of where to start, and what to do, how to lay everything out. 

In the van, you would do the same thing, even glancing up at Jimin every now at then, to look at the structure of his face. 

You'd find him looking back at you, and as you looked, he would look up, eyes widening slightly as a small smile graced his face. 

He was so interested in watching you go through your processes in your head. 

Over the next day, and even a bit longer, you'd finished your drawing of him. 

You and him spent a lot of time together in the past day. 

It was simple things, him watching television as you sat on the couch, leaned back in a relaxed position on the other end as you watched him and sketched what you saw. 

He didn't mind one bit. 

It was 2 a.m. but you knew he was awake. 

He had just run to the lobby to get snacks, and he went around, asking whoever was awake if they wanted anything. 

He had returned to his room. 

So, as you smiled at your finished drawing, you jumped in excitement, immediately running our of your room and over to the door to his. 

You knocked on it quickly. 

He opened it quickly. 

"I finished it!" you exclaimed as he appeared at the door. 

His eyes widened. 

He moved aside to let you in. 

"Sit down!" you said, standing in front of the bed. 

Jimin sat down softly. 

After a second, you turned the drawing to face him, and his eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching at how perfectly and how beautifully you had portrayed him. 

He actually looked beautiful. 

And it triggered something inside him, and he suddenly felt a rush of emotion as he held the work of art in his own hands. 

"Is it... is it okay?" you asked anxiously. 

Suddenly, he set it down, quickly stepping towards you, taking your face in his hands. 

He pressed his lips to yours tightly before backing up and pulling you into his chest. 

You were shocked, and dint move for a couple of seconds. 

When you finally caught up with what was happening, you hugged him back, blushing into his chest. 

"Thank you." he whispered softly. 

"It's beautiful."