B.F.B. {BTSxReader}

18. Creating Art

Your old hoodie, really Yoongi's old high school athletics hoodie, is loose, but fights the cold weather. However, the hole filled jeans with paint splotches on them don't. Neither do your old vans. But Yoongi makes sure to keep you warm with all his compliments and the warmest of hugs as you both walk into the school late at night.

It's a Friday evening, and you're tired after practice and a full day of school, but so is Yoongi, yet he has a type of childish excitement going on that's giving you energy. "Sow down, bub, I can barely keep up with you!" As fast as you're walking, Yoongi's going faster.

     "S-Sorry, I'm excited," he admits, slowing down so he can hold your hand. As you arrive in front of his classroom, he unlocks it and holds the door open for you, letting you inside. Once he flips on the lights, you see that on your assigned lab table, there's two easels with canvases on them faced the the ends of the table, paint and paint brushes situated next to them.

     "What this about, Yoon?" You smile as the man wrings his hands.

     "W-Well, I've been wanting to paint lately, and I know you're good at it, so what I thought what we could do is paint each other, and show each other the finished products at the end, you know? You can keep the one of me and I keep the one of you?"

     "Sounds like fun! C'mon," you pull him to the table, but he resists, putting up his index finger up, signaling for you to wait a moment. He reaches into a backpack he had been carrying and pulls out a bottle of Welches sparkling grape cider, the kid friendly kind, and two red solo cups.

"I would drink, but I don't want you to..."

You scoff while smiling, gently pushing at his shoulder. "Did we forget who threw a rager the other night?"

"No, but Drunk Y/N is a little too clingy and touchy to deal with, and I want to keep the night PG, okay?"

You completely understand once he says that, so you nod reluctantly. "Did you-"

"I ordered a pizza about twenty minutes ago, and it should be here- now," Yoongi looks at his phone, which just received a text saying the delivery man is at the front of the school. "I'll be right back."

He jogs off to go get the pizza, and you decide to wander around his room, specifically his desk. As a science teacher, no one is allowed behind his desk except him and other science teachers, so anything facing away from the classroom will never be seen.

     Looking around quickly, you shuffle behind his large desk and look around it. You smile as you see a picture of all your neighbors together, everyone smiling as someone takes a picture of the Christmas dinner party. Then, there's a picture of his parents, and it's an old picture, a Polaroid actually, of them on their wedding day, and you grin widely at their awkwardness, finding it rather cute. Then, there's one of Ara and him, Yoongi captured in a headlock as Ara gives him a noogie, both their gummy smiles on full display. The last picture, your smile fades, but it's still there, and you feel butterflies in your tummy.

     It's you and him at the fair from two years ago. A boy you had been dating for a little while had just broken up with you, saying you weren't pretty and calling you names. You had bought the both of you two tickets to the fair before that, but you thought the night was ruined. It turns out that Yoongi overheard your screaming and shouting with the boy, and once the kid had left, he called you up and asked if you wanted to go to the fair with him. Something about a girl canceling on him, though you knew he was lying. Once you had cleaned up a little, hiding your red puffy eyes with concealer, you went with him, and when a carney asked if you both wanted a picture, he said yes before you could answer. He captured you in a bear-hug, squeezing you tight and laughing. It was more of a candid shot as you both laughed like there was no tomorrow. There were two copies printed, and yours is up on your cork-board your room. That was one of the best nights of your life thus far, and you'd always wondered where Yoongi put his picture. You assumed he just threw it away, but clearly you're wrong as you stare at it on his desk. You can't help the tears that well up in your eyes from the sentiment, but you wipe them away with the back of your hand and go and sit down at the table, in front of an easel.

     Yoongi comes walking back in, pizza in hand, but stops in his tracks when he sees your red eyes. He uncaringly throws the pizza on the table you sit at and walks over to you, hugging you closely. "You okay?" He asks in a whisper, wondering what happened in the two minutes he was gone.

     "Yeah, I'm more than okay. Just really happy to be here with you."

     He smiles his signature smile and sits down on the opposite end, opening the box of pizza and bottle of sparkling cider, letting you dig in while he does too as you both get to work...

     "You know, Yoongi, I think this is my greatest masterpiece. It's quite beautiful."

     Yoongi sighs, looking at you with utmost adoration in his eyes. "Y/N, thank you."

     "It was your genius idea-"

     "Not the compliment, ding-dong, I meant for being here with me tonight. I was kind of nervous at first, not knowing if you really liked me and all, but you've shown me how lucky I am to have you in my life and be able to be here with you, so thank you."

     You just smile, looking down at the paint covering your hands. "You ready to see a masterpiece?"

     "More than ready."

     He goes first, flipping his canvas to show you a mirror image of yourself. From your eyes to your hair, your smile to your nose. He really is an artist. "Wow, Yoon, it's amazing."

     "I know." You roll your eyes at his remark. "Now me!"

     "Okay, okay!" When you flip the painting, you ready yourself for any reaction he might give, good or bad. But really, he doesn't say anything, just marvels the painting. It captures his sparkling eyes, button nose, pretty thin lips, his soft cheeks, and his dark, raven hair.

     "Wow, Y/N, it's... beautiful. You're really talented."

     You grin at his compliments, starting to clean up as you thank him...

     "Tonight was amazing, Yoongi, thank you," you smile softly as you stand on you porch, hand in hand with your date.

     "More than amazing, Y/N. Thank you." He leans in as you do, you lips meeting in the middle. The kiss is short and sweet, and you smile when you pull away.

     Walking into your house you bid him goodnight and close the door behind him.

     All seven down... now what?

     "Yoo-hoo, big summer blow out!" Your brow crinkles as you try not to laugh. Walking into the living room, you shake your head as you witness just what your father was yelling about.

     "We got clogs!" Your mother exclaims out of excitement.
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you thought it was over?

how did you get in my house?

~kam