Author: releasing this draft I had from 2021 for fun

The next morning was atrocious for Taehyung. Where the darkness touched was now covered in light as it revealed the dust particles roaming the room. The apartment reeked of desperation. His throat, raw from the cigars, croaked and collapsed from his last night affairs.

Falling asleep like how he did, he had forgot about his painting that caused him so much grief momentarily. That is until he laid eyes upon it, and the same feelings of despair came rushing back in.

"Oh god" he cried silently to himself, feeling horrible and absolutely a wreck. He didn't want to move; felt no motivation to use this day for anything productive, but the world had instore for him a surprise, and his door rumbled with the banging of a faceless person. Taehyung, head throbbing from tiredness, sighed in exasperation. "Its too early for this."

Putting on a cardigan he found somewhere on the floor, he dragged himself up to go investigate. His door felt heavier than usual.

Before him stood Park Jimin, his long term friend and bad influence, waiting happily for Taehyung to let him in. However, Park's face cringed in distaste at the smell that desperately tried to escape Taehyungs rotting room.

"God Taehyung, whom died in your apartment" he questioned earnestly, covering his little nose with an embroidered handkerchief. The unamused painter stared indifferently at his guest. Jimin watched his friends condition carefully, apparent with how bothered he felt about the sight in front of him "So you're the corpse."

"Fuck off."

Taehyung failed to close the door.

"Okay," Jimin said quickly. "Okay. Sorry, but what's going on with you?" With the joke being aside Park Jimin was indeed worried about his friend. The excessive cigar smell and messy conditioned said plenty. His friend was spiraling once again. What caused you to do this"

The painter kept quiet to his friends questions, directing his eye contract anywhere but Park as he felt uncomfortable at explaining his mental breakdown. "Why'd you come Jimin." Taehyung quietly asked.

This was a que for Jimin to stop asking and refrain from mentioning it in future conversation, and sadly Jimin understood that. He quietly sighed as he respected Taehyung's wishes, tracking no further into his friends bad habits.

"Let's go out and talk, your apartment smells like death"

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"Jimin for the last time I am not coming to your gathering tonight." Taehyung declared to his friend, completely appalled by the idea.

They sat in the little convince store that was briefly mentioned in the last chapter, both of them drinking a simple coffee: Jimin's black, Taehyung's sweet. The light shun brightly through stores windows, bothering Taehyung's sensitive eyes.

The painter hated Jimin's parties.  In the town, Jimin's gatherings were ones like Gatsby's, excessive and overzealous with everything there. They were always filled to the brim with people, many of which Jimin has never seen in his life, and Taehyung loathed crowds; disliked how messy and disorganized they were, and the thought of being caught in that caused his blood to curdle.

"Why," Jimin whined, visibly displeased with his friends answer. "Taehyung don't you need inspiration. My gatherings always have the finest people you know that."

And as much as Taehyung disliked it, Jimin was right. Many of his previous muses was recommend by his friend, and as much as he liked his must recent model, she doesn't have the potential to give him the rawness that he needed.

"See you know I'm right," the friend claimed with delight, reading him like an open book.

"but," Taehyung started, trying to pick reasons as to why he can't go. "Jimin they always turn into orgies."

Jimin looked at him. "You exaggerate. Not always."

Tae scoffed at the answer, and Jimin smiled gave an amused smile. every single time he went there was always people spreading there legs for one another. This bothered Taehyung immensely, but Jimin was a free spirited writer that enjoyed everything that was humanly possible to do. Since childhood, he had always been that way, carefree and open minded. That is why their relationship lasted this long. They complimented one another in all aspect. Where Taehyung lacked Jimin filled those places in, and vise versa. One flowed and ebbed while the other lined and conjoined.

Jimin was also very attractive, so maybe that's why Taehyung was first attracted to him. His features were both of a masculine and feminine sharp structure but soft aspects. It had bewitched the young painter, and Taehyung had fallen in love with painting after using Jimin as his first muse. Of course the portrait was horrendous, being only 12 when he made Jimin's lips look like sausages, and his eyes olives, but he was proud of it at the time.

He had captured something beautiful.

"Fine." Taehyung complied, mainly because he was reminiscing off of his past. Jimin, elated by his friends answer, wiggled in place out of pure joy.

"But why bother with me? You're just gonna leave me and run off to party with others." The painter stated, knowing full well that Jimin will leave his side in a heartbeat to go mess around with potential partners.

Jimin looked at him hesitantly "Well to be completely transparent.. "

"I don't want you to be in your apartment by yourself... I'm worried" Jimin said gingerly, knowing what had gone on the previous night. Taehyung had pulled stunts like this before, multiple time in fact. Every time he was stressed, he always did self destruction. 

Some times are worst than others.

Some were horrifying.

Jimin saw most of it.

Taehyung, knowing what Jimin was alluding too, stopped him from continuing any further. "I can take care of myself Park."

This made Jimin quiet. Taehyung didn't know this about himself, but he had a habit of getting defensive when it came to himself. He was tired of being judged, and he often confused Jimin's concern for judgment.

So Jimin treaded no further. He never crossed the line.

Before they left, Taehyung bought his regular cigarette brand, greeted the cashier like old time acquaintances, and Jimin watched as he lit another, knowing how deep his friend had fallen.