Something about the art school had changed for the artist Jeon Jungkook ever since this newcomer joined it. As if this academy seamlessly evolved into the epicentre of his world for the artist, radiating newfound significance. The art teacher of the children started to come earlier than usual, always wanting to steal one glance of this work of art walking across the gallery. The artist was luckily subtle in his actions, good at camouflaging himself in the crowd of people when many students would walk in the school and he would choose a corner to stand in and find this guy walking into the gallery, the hazel eyes of whom would always stick to the marble floor as he would gracefully walk. Maybe it's in his upbringing which would only justify his character as a good person with etiquettes and a bit of shyness covering his overall self. There would be rare chances for him to notice the artist staring at him but during break times things would become way too obvious.

At that time, Jungkook was currently painting more of the clear walls of the corridor, more like an art gallery, being it a reason or an excuse but with this way he could see the other male passing through the corridor to enter his class hall every morning. A mere view of the window at the end of the corridor in the classroom hall where this adorable guy would usually sit was clear to the artist's charcoal eyes, always inspiring him to do his best. It's crazy how easily we would sometimes let ourselves be influenced by someone we don't even know. The artist was no exception.

The architectural layout of the four-story building boasted expansive open corridors extending in all directions, culminating in a grand dome at its central pinnacle. Dedicated to academic pursuits, the upper three floors had space for students pursuing bachelor's degrees, while the ground floor served a multifaceted purpose for short-term learners seeking diplomas, and a nurturing space was designated for the education of children. The open corridors, intricately supported by sturdy beams, facilitated clear view of every angle of the building, creating an interconnected environment where every corner of the ground floor was easily observed and luckily that time Jungkook was given opportunity to draw in the same corridor that was aligned with this guy’s classroom hall, giving him a free chance to look through the multiple glass windows and see him working there. Taehyung would sit in front of his canvas, near a gigantic window and Jungkook could see him through the corridor. There would be mere chances of them sharing glances and sometimes their eyes would meet by chance, unspoken words would pour through their gazes, the intensity in them would be too beyond describing. Jungkook believed he was not bold unless he met this guy. Whenever they would stare, Jungkook just didn't want to break the eye contact first but sometimes he would have to but when this cute guy — Taehyung isn't looking at him, Jungkook's eyes would only stare at him and Taehyung was well aware of these eyes always being on him. Not that he complained but he felt a bit appreciated. It's natural for someone to feel eerie and uncanny about someone constantly looking at their way but there's always a good and bad way to look at someone. Jungkook's eyes were not like all the other thirsty bastards that were always filled with something horrific. There's something different about the gaze he held, it had admiration and fondness, as if his eyes were always smiling even if his lips were at rest. There was a shine to them that seemed so welcoming in a way and so Taehyung didn't doubt his intentions for once but shared his greetings through his eyes as well. Those sneaky glances gradually became a part of their lives. Taehyung's three hours of art schooling became the best hours of the day while for Jungkook the moment he would get to see this guy was everything.

Just like this, it was another usual day of school, Jungkook was in the corridor during break time after teaching his young students and calling it a day while the adults were still there to complete their duration. The artist was free from this responsibility so he, like all the other days, decided to adorn the walls of the wide corridor like his own art gallery. Holding his brushes and colours down on newspaper sheets above the marble floor to protect them, he lost himself in the ecstasy of painting. The art school was no less than a museum itself, the gigantic hallway was adorned with a number of creations by the students and the art teachers there, the aesthetic school started by an Italian couple which was later on handed to Choi Jungmin, the chairman and the principal of the academy. And the very known handsome and talented Jungkook found his dream job in this school which helped him earn sufficient money and also gave him time to work on his passion at the same time. There's nothing much he could ever ask for unless he met the other guy. He couldn't understand this feeling. He had never felt this attachment towards anyone ever before. As written in all those romantic books or whatever, they always had a protagonist and his dear beloved which would always be a lady. Described as the prettiest and the most decent of all. The hopeless romantic Jungkook had imagined the same but why this time all of his beautiful sentiments were coming out for a guy? Was there a side of him that he didn't know he had? Or was that side only coming out alive for this young guy? He had no clue. For then he was immersed in his colours and world of art.

The same afternoon during the break, the artist was designing and painting the walls with Greek art style, hellenic paintings and pictures of Aphrodite, creating her just as beautiful as she was ever described. He was determined to enhance the beauty of the walls and bring some piece of heaven on earth, on his walls. As he was working on another angelic painting of Aphrodite against the plain white wall, he had no idea how unconsciously he mixed the colours to form hazel shade, beginning to draw the angelic figure, starting from her eyes. Long eyelashes, curvy almond shaped eyes, the same amount of depth in features as the boy he recently laid his eyes upon. Jungkook dipped his thin tipped brush in different bright colours, blending them to gain a golden hue to redraw the shine those eyes needed to hold. But amid this, the artist needed to see his source of inspiration to complete it without errors. He needed to trace down those perfect eyes after comparing them to the real ones. Jungkook's needy eyes averted in the direction of the huge classroom hall, the huge windows could tell him it was empty as the students were taking a break for a while. Holding his wooden palette in one hand and brush in another, the artist sighed. He then started to play with the colours empty mindedly. He just won't be able to bring this creation to an end if he wouldn't see him. So maybe he had to wait until he would arrive?

"Please continue…" and the artist was caught off guard by a voice, the familiar melodious soft voice. Jungkook quickly turned himself back to find the guy who had been standing behind him for a very long time. The artist was so immersed in the painting that he didn't notice his presence all this while and Taehyung who was standing and observing his way of painting the walls was highly mesmerised by the way Jungkook was working effortlessly. It was so surreal for Jungkook to see him around. Like his eyes were always searching for him and he was right there?

There was something mesmerising by the way Jungkook remained quiet, registering the other male's close presence who was standing in his cream shaded shirt and a pair of beige pants, sharp tipped vintage shoes and bouncy brown curly hair falling all around his forehead and temples through which peaked his hazel eyes, the alluring hazel eyes that the artist was searching for.

"Did I interrupt you? I'm sorry, please continue." The brunet apologised, taking a step back in an attempt to leave and that's when Jungkook retracted from his hypnotised frozen state.

"No… no I mean.. yeah… it's okay don't worry. I'll continue." Jungkook responded nervously. The brunet couldn't help but tug his lips in the form of an endearing smile coming naturally out of joy. He was enchanted to learn the fact of witnessing this bewitching artist work in his space so comfortably. There's something about the way Jungkook would hold the brushes, dip them in colours and blend them before colouring the walls. He would go easy with his hands, not scared of welcoming mistakes because he knew how to control flaws. There's something about the way he would furrow his eyebrows, stern and concentrated eyes gazing at his creation that stole Taehyung's heart. He had seen many people working in the art school but no one was like Jungkook. They all took art like jobs while Jungkook took it like his life. They worked with carefulness while Jungkook worked with passion. Jungkook was what you will describe as a perfect passionate artist and that's how he stood differently in Taehyung's eyes. The brunet was obsessed with watching the artist work in the break time, he was obsessed with the way he would paint, the way he looked, the way he was well built, and tall, and of course the way he would stare at him with so much fondness and mostly obsessed with his magnetic aura.

The two weren't very oblivious of each other's subtleness, they were neither obvious of each other's intentions. They just loved this sudden encounter, beholding many more encounters to come their way.

"I love this. Did you draw everything?" The brunet then asked with his pleasing voice, anticipation filled in his eyes. Jungkook couldn't help himself from chuckling, welcoming that dazzling smile on his face.

"Yeah.." he whispered timidly and the brunet's doe eyes widened in pure amazement.

"Really? All of them?"

"Most of them." 

Jungkook was then caught off guard when the brunet gave him an applause out of blue, causing it to echo in the empty corridor.

"Can I appreciate the fact that you're just unbelievable? Like how can you do this so easily? I envy you. That's something I want to do but… your way of painting is so out of the world." Taehyung remarked delightfully and the artist just tilted his head a little, wanting to register the amount of expressions changed by the other in a certain while. Jungkook chuckled with fondness when he noticed the unintended and subtle pout on Taehyung’s peachy lips whenever he would talk.

"The way you paint these, oh my god." Taehyung complimented again, hands clasped together against his chest as he admired the wall by walking closer and wandering his adorable eyes all around the walls.

"You know your hands are god gifted, look at this. Beautiful!" He exclaimed, admiring the features of one of the previously drawn creations on the other wall. The cute brunet then touched the lines with the tip of his fingers, curious eyes scanning thoroughly and Jungkook was highly mesmerised by every single endearing action of the other.

"How do you do it?" He asked, turning himself around to look at the artist.

"It just comes out naturally, y'know." 

"But how?" The guy asked, as curious as a little kitten.

"You'll learn with time too Mr.- wait your name?" Jungkook realised he didn't even know his name and so he took this chance to ask his name.

"Kim Taehyung and you, Jeon Jungkook right?" The cute guy asked joyfully and Jungkook was amused by the way he knew his name.

The brunet then offered his hand for Jungkook to shake and that's when the artist noticed his beautiful hand, a sapphire stone ring on his index ring and a thin metal ring on his little finger. His sense of fashion and grooming was beyond wording, Jungkook couldn't be less impressed. He then checked his own hands, noticing how messed up they were in paint. He hastily wiped his hands with his plaid shirt, not caring for it to get dirty. Boy, shaking that hand was more important. He then held his hand as gently as he could and he could feel the texture of Taehyung's hand against his curled fingers on his palm, something very fragile and mellow, something that held a power to ease worst pain with a mere touch, just like all the other feature of his body his hands too were holy. Jungkook was spellbound.

"Nice to meet you, Kim Taehyung." He uttered, smiling gently at the other male who too smiled in return.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Artist. Consider me one of your admirers already." 

From the words falling out of his lips to the way he slightly squeezed the artist's hand, Jungkook was surely struggling in keeping his posture. He could trip any second. Jungkook used this opportunity to grasp minute details of those eyes; he could complete his art in the same day. 

"I won't waste your time anymore. Please continue." The brunet encouraged and pulled his hand back.

Jungkook was not satisfied with the loss of contact and then he was on the edge of another loss, about to see the guy leave.

"See you around then." Taehyung said with a soft smile before taking his leave and Jungkook just saw him stepping back to walk away. He slightly waved his hand before turning around and walking towards the hall while Jungkook's eyes were stuck behind him, grasping the shape of his figure and the way he walked. What Jungkook didn't expect was for him to turn around and smile before shyly looking at the ground and continuing to walk away. The palette fell off Jungkook’s hands, smearing the marble floor, colouring everything around him like how this guy did with his life. And if actions could kill, Jungkook would die right then and there. If Taehyung gives him one chance, Jungkook would be more than just ready to drown in the colours of him.