it was cliché.

the way kim taehyung
would come and visit
the art gallery every
saturday evening.

out of all of the possible
things that a twenty-two-
year-old man could do,
he chose art.
to admire art.

there was just something
so calming
about it.
perhaps it was the way
you saw the world through
the eyes of another human.
something that
every person on the planet
desired, on the daily, some
perhaps, without even realising
so.

taehyung felt the pain, the love,
the sacrifice, the joy, the laughs,
the tears and the sighs that went
into the painting's adorning the
walls of gallery.

it wasn't a vast place.
but it was substantial.
perhaps that's what made
taehyung
like it even more.
the artist's weren't famous,
in fact, most of their names
had most probably never
been
uttered by the human tongue
more than deemed necessary.

but they were beautiful.

up until now, he'd have
spent hours, just staring
at the work
before he went back to his
little studio apartment
and stay up till the twilight
hours,
pouring his heart out into
his paintings.

and then sigh in frustration.
because no matter
how hard he seemed to try,
his work was always bland,
lacking life, love, joy.

it had been like so, until six
months ago.

when he grew so frustrated,
that he stayed at the gallery
until midnight.

and a boy had walked in.

he didn't know when it had
started.
or when it had ended up
being so...
real.

but all he knew
was that jeon
jeongguk,
the small, scrawny
sixteen year old boy
with raven hair and the
most adorable smile
in the universe, that
would stand in front
of the same painting,
in the same spot,
with the same blue
backpack and the same
milkshake in one hand
and the same, tattered
sketchbook in the other,
with the same rays of
moon light.
spilling across his rosy,
blossoming,
apple
cheeks,
and the same mesmerising
laugh and the same pretty
crimson lips.

was art.

jeon jeongguk was art.

to anyone that didn't
understand taehyung's
rather questionable
position, it would have
looked strange.

fuck, it was supposed to be.

but taehyung didn't care.

but there was nothing wrong
with admiring beauty from
afar.

so that's what he did.

apparently so, for the last
six months.

jeongguk hadn't seen him.
(thank jesus.)
but it was getting weirder, and
weirder
and weirder by the day.

especially when
fate pulls them
together
and taehyung
gets a job
offer at a local
school,

teaching jeongguk

in his art class.