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6

Yoongi

It seemed like whenever we were in art, Jimin was no longer happy. Something about the fifteen minutes of free time we're given everyday changes him. It's as if for all the moments he's happy and cheerful, he drowns himself in an equal amount of negativity during those 15 minutes. The emotions he puts into his free drawing always come from a place of deep suffering. Especially whenever he decides to touch up on his seasons sketch, the one he was working on the first day I'd met him. It happens to be the one he's touching up on today.

I stared down at the side that lacked color. I tried to find meaning in the drawing, but I couldn't. I'd always been good at understanding people and concepts, but something as simple as this seemed too far out of reach. It was just a drawing of spring of winter, but it seemed far more complex than it probably actually is. Maybe I only think this because its Jimin and I think that everything he does is perfect, or maybe it is complex and I'm just not as clever as I always thought I was.

"What does it mean?" I asked, finally. Leaning my head on his shoulder to stare at his drawing.

"I.. I'm not sure. I just sort of drew it" He responded hesitantly. Setting the pencil down he looked at the drawing, searching for great reason between every line.

It really wasn't as deep as I thought then.

I sat up straight again. Playing with the end of my sweatshirt sleeve. In complete boredom because for the last week and a half that I've been here, I haven't bothered drawing a single thing in the 15 minutes given everyday.

"Well..." I turned my head to him. He still stared at the sketch. "I-I think it's me. I always seem bright and happy" He pointed at the spring side of the drawing. I leaned in to better look at it, wondering exactly where this explanation was going. "and usually I am, but I have this whole part of me that's just- not. T-things happened to me, bad things. Thats what this side is" He slide his finger over to the winter. My stomach began to twist as I felt the explanation getting darker. "I try so hard to be spring, but winter just refuses to pass."

To comfort him, I rested my hand on his. He tore his eyes from the paper in front of him and converted them to me. A warm smile spread across my face.

"I'll be your groundhog then?"

"What does that mean?" He furrowed his brows.

"You know that western holiday? groundhogs day.. Well, I'll be your groundhog. I'm here now so spring will come soon"

A giant eye smile spread across his face. Turning his hand underneath mine, he intertwined out fingers.

"That was really cute" He giggled, but then his smile lost some of his spark. "but it's not that easy. You have brightened my whole week and last's though, so thank you."

I felt my entire face heat up all at once. My heart fluttered in my chest. It's hard to only be Park Jimin's friend when he keeps making my heart palpitate.

"n-no problem. I'm glad to help. You deserve to be happy" It's selfish, but I want to be part of the reason why.

Jimin and I looked at each other for a moment. I was the first to look break contact. Being too afraid he'd see right through me if I stared for too long. My face was already bright red, he doesn't need to confirm my crush on him being staring me down.

"Um- I" I need to change the subject. "yeah wow I don't know how to draw so these fifteen minutes a day are pointless for me"

"Aw, I'm sure you're good. Besides, of course it will be pointless whether you can or cant when you don't even have a book. Here, I have an extra in my drawer. I'll go get it"

He quickly got up and walked towards his art drawer, pulling out a few small filled sketchbooks, then finally one that was still in its packaging. Bringing it back to me, he opened it to the first page and set it down in front of me.

"No thank you, I don't want to waste your book" I pushed it towards him, but he pushed it back.

"it's ok, take it. It wont be a waste. Come on, draw me something. We still have more than five minutes."

It is a waste. I can't draw for the life of me. If paper could, it would set itself on fire once it saw what I would have done to it.

He gave me the pencil he was using earlier, and I got ready to draw. The fact that I'd be drawing something for him makes this all the more difficult. I'd love to draw him something pretty, but I don't think I could.

Pressing the graphite to the paper, I drew a circle. I bit my lip as I tried my best to make it perfectly round, then cursed under my breathe when he turned out as an oval. Instead of erasing I kept going, drawing a line towards me and then making a v-shape pointing away from me. I repeated the v shape a little bit higher on the line, except pointing towards me, as a v should. I set the pencil down and looked at Jimin whos propped his head up with the palm of his hand. Giggling as he leaned in a bit closer.

"No- draw for real"

"Are you saying my stick figure isn't comparable to van gogh or picasso?" His eyes screwed shut as he laughed. "No, but seriously, I don't have a single clue what to draw."

"Mmm draw eyes" He suggested. My eyes widened as I turned to him.

"Are you crazy, that's hard to do"

"Just picture what eyes look like and put it onto paper" He spoke as if doing that was the most simple of tasks. Of course it would be- to someone who could actually draw well anyways.

Still, I did as he suggested. There was no specific picture in mind, but I just went for it. Drawing both lids, followed by the iris and pupil. The sketch was such a mess. The last bit of time we had was up. The teacher walked in front of the class and began to explain our next project, but Jimin and I paid no attention. Both still were focused on the drawing of eyes set in front of us. He handed me his blending tool to help me figure out what to do next. I blended as much as I thought needed to be done before setting the tool down.

(*casually uses cropped drawing of ... To use for this*)

"Tsk and you say you can't draw well. It's really good" I couldn't even look at him. If I did he'd only be able to see my tomato face. "You're adorable Yoongi" He said as he leaned forward to look at my face. Ruffling my hair as he did.

"I can say the same for you"

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