Trigger Warning: Violence

The aromatic scent of freshly brewed Arabica drowned the modest bistro named "Yoon's Coffee and Cakes". Over the auburn-colored, mahogany-carved chair, sat Jeon Jungkook, an aspiring artist. To, Jungkook, every brushstroke needed to be precise and of the exact same appearance how he wants it to be. He never viewed scenery from a normal human's viewpoint. Everything that existed in this universe was like a painting for Jungkook; his eyes canvas. Call it a god's gift but whatever Jungkook admired, he could make a mental painting out of it. Every color, every shade had a different meaning and aura for him. He would always quote "painting is like an opera for me. The canvas, prima donna while the colors represent the background singers, accentuating the beauty of the canvas. My skill, the conductor, and the outcome is the beautiful song presented in front of the audience" 

The coffee in front of him was reflecting his image. He could see the different colors blending and that put a smile on his face. Just when he was about to treasure tove a new color out of the coffee, someone had approached him. He smiled at the girl standing in front of him. He stared at her, trying to find something picturesque in her, although it disheartened him when he couldn't, yet the smile didn't lower down from his mouth.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asked amiably. He observed the nervous expression over the girl's face and he knew the reason behind her agitation, yet he opted to stay quiet and let the girl speak.

"U-umm. My name is Ruby and I have seen you come here multiple times. I-i couldn't find the courage to talk to you until today. Can I ask for your number? It's fine if you don't want to! I thought we could get to know each other" She rushed through her words although the smile on Jungkook's face didn't budge one bit.

He stood up, dusting the crumbs of Cannoli off his bleach-washed denim jeans, and bowed to the girl. "I am so sorry but I already have a boyfriend" He apologized before leaving the cafe, a little disappointed that he couldn't find that color in the coffee and anything to paint in the girl.

Ah. Coming to Jungkook's boyfriend. The story about their encounter is to be considered "college love" in the modern world's eyes, although Jungkook doesn't like to fit their relationship into norms, for the world to understand, those are the perfect words. It started on one normal day where Jungkook was running his eyes through his surroundings to find an inspiration to paint about. The petals from the cherry blossom tree were falling on the lush green grass, birds were roaming like water in the sky. To every normal human being, this would have been the perfect inspiration for a painting, yet Jeon Jungkook's eyes were stuck on the guy that was standing in front of him, talking to his friends ever so carelessly. He was the epitome of beauty and vision in Jungkook's eyes. His mind was going crazy imagining the innumerous ways he would paint about this guy. With charcoal, acrylics, maybe a Japanese style, or even abstractionism. 

Jungkook found his muse.

And just like that, Jungkook had approached Taehyung, they would discuss every aspect ever to exist in the world, Taehyung was the only thing running on Jungkook's mind 24/7. He existed everywhere, from his notebook sketches to the murals on his walls.

The brass lock attached to the mauve wooden door opened as Jungkook entered the house, a smile stuck on his face.

"Babe! I'm back!" He yelled and walked upstairs, towards his bedroom. The door opened and Jungkook walked towards Taehyung and hugged him, kissing his forehead.

"See, I got you a little something. I bought these gouache colors to create a little comic version of you" Jungkook chuckled as he showed Taehyung the colors, who remained silent. Jungkook's smile finally dropped as he dumped the colors on the bed and gripped Taehyung's shoulders, making him look at him.

"What's the matter with you?! Why can't you ever be happy with what I get for you?!" He yelled grabbing Taehyung's jaw tightly.

"You get all this for yourself, Jungkook. I am just the object you like to paint" Taehyung muffled out.

"Didn't you use to like that I made paintings about you?! Didn't you?!" Jungkook panted as he removed his hand from Taehyung's jaw and gripped Taehyung's hands, the chains tied to them clinking aggressively.

"I did. I did love that you made paintings about me, Jungkook but then you made me into a painting!" Taehyung yelled but he was immediately silenced with a slap over his cheek. It was burning, but it was nothing compared to the burns in his heart.

 To Taehyung, Jungkook was like the wired steel cage that trapped his butterfly soul because he looked "pretty" to him. Taehyung had wanted to love Jungkook like a soulmate but Jungkook's talent had forcefully tied their souls together. 

"You've never loved me. I was only a muse for you" Taehyung spoke, his chained palm reaching up to his stinging cheek.

"Don't you get it?! I love you that is why you're my muse!" Jungkook yelled as he threw another ceramic plate over Taehyung, the shards scraping Taehyung's already bruised arms, yet there was no strength left in him to resist or show any emotions. It was as if he had been hit by inertia but he knew there was no point in fighting. He'll be stuck here forever, in those notebook sketches and the murals. He thinks Jungkook would even come to paint over his grave and it haunts him to the core. Paintings, colors, sceneries, they scare him.

He felt that living with Jungkook had turned him psychotic too. He started hating his "pretty" reflection, his hands trembled whenever he touched their replications presented in front of him by Jungkook, he hated how Jungkook knew the exact color of his lips, he feared the way Jungkook would paint every strand of his hazel colored hair over the canvas. He hated that he was someone's muse.

"You're my greatest painting, Kim Taehyung!" Jungkook screamed at Taehyung who only looked at the white satin sheets underneath him. He wondered if Jungkook would paint them with acrylics or gouache or would he use a natural substance for it as he did before.

"I'm a painting" Taehyung trembled his words out as he touched his face, feeling as if it would turn to an oil-based color soon.

Tears fell through his eyes as he smiled and looked at Jungkook, and that very expression of Taehyung made Jungkook gasp as he quickly grabbed his canvas, brushes, and colors, smiling at Taehyung. The unique color he was about to find in the coffee, the disappointment from the woman who had no paintable details on her face, everything slipped out of Jungkook's mind as he looked at Taehyung who was crying tears and smiling.

"Stay like that, babe! This would make a great painting!" Jungkook exclaimed, stroking his brush in directions undiscovered by the human being as his eyes never left Taehyung's face. Jungkook was painting.

He was painting his muse.

Idk what I wrote this but I hope you'll like it, lmao