Taehyung POV

"Welcome too our academy of arts. I'm sure you will really like it here with all the supplies we have for you to use" An old women with white hair beamed at me while she showed me around my new academy that I would be studying art at.

"And this is your Tutor" The lady said showing me over too a man in about his 40s with black hair and glasses on his nose.

"Hi, you must be Kim Taehyung. I was very impressed with your work at the live drawing competition the other day. You have the natural talent of an artist" The man said giving me a smile.

"Thank you, I've been very impressed with your art. The one called 'boy with a crow' done in 1884 really inspired me when I was in the art gallery" I said recognizing my tutors fame and credits.

"Why thank you, I see you keep up to date with your artists historic work. It's an honor to have you in my class Taehyung. I hope even though your work is phenomenal that I can still teach you some things so that you can improve" He said putting his hand into mine.

He shook my hand firmly.

"I'm sure I can learn something from you talent" I beamed back.

A smile covered his face as the lady lead me around the corridors.

The academy was big, covered with massive windows that was from top to bottom in every corridor with lockers lining the walls where classrooms were.

It is the nicest building to date in 1800s.

People ore going past it as the only other nicer buildings then the arts academy would be in the riches mansions.

The roof and floor were white, everything was crisp and pristine even though I was in a art academy where the most incredible art is created.

It's an honor to know I am going to be improving my art skills here.

"Now with your skills Taehyung, the school have boxed up some equipment which you can take with you home which you can use while you continue your studies here" The women said passing me the box.

I smiled happily at her.

"Thank you" I said taking the box in my hands.

Because I'm not a rich person I happily will take the equipment.

I opened it for a second to see beautiful various coloured paints, pencils and crayons.

Then the women led me back to the entrance and exit of the art academy.

"I hope you enjoy your studies here" She said smiling.

I bowed at the women and thanked her for showing me around before I exited the academy building.

I plugged in my retro headphones to listen to music on my phone and danced about while wandering down the side of the road.

I stepped out on the road as one of my pencils fell out of my box.

I leaned over to pick it back up and continued walking.

Crash!

Stinging pain was felt all along my stomach as I lay on the concrete road.

Thankfully the car stopped but I looked down seeing my art supplies smashed all across the road.

Bright colours were everywhere.

But my eyes went to a dark red colour that was falling into the road cracks surrounding me.

My blood.

My hand felt up my body from my upper thigh and was covered in dark red blood as soon as I placed my hand on my waist.

It stung, it felt as though my insides were burning with agony.

My lips were parted as I just stared at my dark red hand covered in my own liquids.

Some women was looking at me next to her car.

She seemed shocked.

She tried to rush over too me but everything was going blurry.

The last thing I saw was the shades and deep dark colours of my blood smeared across my hand...

But this won't be the last chance at life I get to live...

This time, I may get carved like an artwork, or maybe even change the artists carving stone skills.

We shall have to see what happens when I'm brought back to life after 100 years with my body dedicated too science, a form of art which is precise and measured.

One that is tested to fail, but with a chance of luck the test successes.

And I was a success.

But for only one purpose...

Too be the scientists sons friend?

No details on him, no nothing?

Just your wish for me to be his friend?

How hard could this be to repay their favor?

What I didn't know though was that this male had a substance flowing through his veins, one that makes this male hard to be friends with.

They left off information about him and let me to find out myself.

Let me explore you as an artist has wise taste and my eyes are set on upon your beauty...

You would look amazing in my drawings.

Not because your my friend, but because something hard as a rock in my chest falls heavily just to the sight of you...

Turn me to concrete but you will be mine...

And I will draw you until the last breath that I live...

"I've already died once so I don't care if I die again just to spend my last moments with you" - Taehyung

(Hello, I'm the author of Yore Statue. Thank you for reading the preface of Yore Statue!!! It's just a set up of how Taehyung died and also a bit of an unclear interest for yal to wonder what's going to happen with Jimin involved.

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