Taehyung's POV

I stepped up to Mason Stone as he was walking on the sidewalk, making his way to his house. I had waited until after school for him to walk off of campus before doing anything.

"Mason Alexander Stone," I grabbed his bag, pulled him backwards, and pushed him against a tree. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

He smirked at me. "Whatcha want, Kim?"

I squinted my eyes at him and pushed him harder against the tree, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at me. "What's wrong?" He smirked even more as his head hung low. "Didn't like what you saw earlier?" He asked.

I wrapped my hand around his neck and made him look up at me. He started gasping for air as I held on tighter. "Nobody liked seeing your fucking mouth on Jungkook, Mason. It wasn't fucking real and it wasn't even fucking worth the ass beating you're about to get, either." I let go of his neck.

I flung him to the ground and stomped on his hand, seeing it being pressed into the ground. "Fuck- Stop!" He yelled. I pressed harder and heard his hand make a cracking noise.

I cringed at the sound of the bone cracking, not even meaning to do it. I merely shrugged and took my foot away. Was that too much?

"Admit that you did it to everyone- or else." I said as I walked away nonchalantly. The sound of his bone cracking kept replaying in my head.

Ew.

I had never broken anybody's bone before, and the foreign feeling left me sad- in a way.

Is that really what I've become?

Being completely rude or mean to people and beating them up is a different story, but getting so mad that I break someone's bone? How?

Why was I even that mad?

I frowned and took out my phone, wanting to rant to the only person I had ever ranted to.

Me
I did smtn stupid

Unknown
Plz tell me it's not too bad

Me
:)

Unknown
You really need to be careful.

Idk what you did but anything that you do can leave bad impressions and they can even hurt you sometimes

Plz be more considerate about things

I frowned at the phone and thought about what they said. I never consider things. They told me to be careful, but I never am.

I've always been careless.

I walked back to school even though it was already done for the day. It had been a while since I walked into the art room. During freshman year, I quit going. I found it hard to sit there and enjoy art like I wanted to when I was being forced to do it by a teacher.

I would rather stay at home and paint or draw besides being forced to paint things that I never wanted to by an adult.

The teacher would always tell us "draw this" or "paint that" or whatever it was she said.

It got annoying.

I walked towards some of the paintings that students were working on. One of the paintings had a boy painted in black with paint dripping down him. There were also colors splattered around him, making the dark painting look a little brighter— but ironically.

The painting was obviously dark, but the colors seemed to come into place.

I looked at the name signed below the beautiful piece of art, and ran my fingers along the canvas. Jungkook. He painted this?

There was a little sticky note at the bottom of the painting, so I picked it up and began reading it slowly. "This is a painting of Min Yoongi. He asked me to do it, so I did. He's very stubborn to work with though" it read.

I smiled at the note and rolled my eyes.

Of course Yoongi asked for a portrait.

I scanned the painting again and furrowed my eyebrows. I wonder how well he could paint me— if he even wanted to paint me.
 
  The door to the room opened, and I turned around to see Jungkook standing at it.

He looked at me strangely before setting his bag down on a table. "Why are you in here?" He asked me as he walked towards me.

I looked at his painting and then looked away from it, seeing another instead. "I'm just looking at paintings, is that a crime?" I asked him with a nervous-like voice.

He clicked his tongue and smiled like an angel. "No, I do that all the time." He said as he took a piece of cloth and covered his painting.

"You paint really good." I told him.

I wanted to physically face palm as he looked at me as if I were crazy, but I didn't. I merely stood there as he looked at me like that.

"Thanks?" He questioned, but laughed it off. "I'm sorry.. You've never complimented me." He scratched his neck and put his hands behind his back as he looked at the floor.

Oh.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked him.

He shook his head and looked up at me. "It's just a very strange thing." He murmured.

Jungkook turned towards the light switch and smiled. "Do you want to see something?" He asked me giddily. I nodded my head.

"Sure," I felt my lips curve up as well.

He turned to me and smiled. "Close the curtains." He said. I shrugged and started closing curtains, feeling an odd aura surround me as I realized we were the only two in here.

"Okay, you ready?" He asked me.

I nodded my head once again, ready for whatever it was that he wanted to show me.

Jungkook turned the light switch off, leaving it pitch dark in the classroom. Soon after, I heard some shuffling and footsteps before the whole room was filled with dangling lights.

The lights turned the room into a blue tinted color, and I looked at it in awe as I stood amongst all of the paintings and lights.

"It's cool, right?" Jungkook looked up at the lights as well. "I put them in last year."

I looked at him and tilted my head. "You made this?" I asked as I walked towards him.

He smiled and scratched his arm. "Yeah, I hang out here a lot and thought it'd be cool."

Jungkook turned to me and smiled, but looked frightened once he realized how close I was to him. "W-What are you doing?"

"I'm just enjoying the view."

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