“One of my favourite “parental bonuses” in Disney films has to be one of
the lesser known ones. As a child, I always wondered why Jock and Trusty
wanted to propose to Lady towards the end of the film. Then I grew up
and read the almost-confirmed theory that Lady become pregnant with
Tramp and thus one of her friends would marry her to “save her honor”.
BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; V Version
The sky was blue, the wind was blowing softly and the flowers were beginning to bud again. The cold of winter had just thawed away and as you stared out your window at the perfect day outside, you knew that you had to paint. But not just any painting, oh no, you’d commemorate the return of spring by creating some street art.
You were well-known in your small town for the art you sketched, drew, and painted across every flat surface you could find; from the sides of buildings to the empty concrete plazas, to the walls of local family restaurants that asked for commissions to add a unique pop to their décor. The world was your canvas, and you were lucky enough to be in a small enough town that encouraged your creative bursts of energy. So, with a vision in mind, you gathered up your paints and brushes, placing them in the front basket of your trusty bike. The once shining red paint was beginning to rust and chip, and the white tires were gray with soot and dirt, but the chains were well-known and familiar and you trusted them to support you. Besides, in such a small town, cars were unneeded. How could you buy a car when you were saving every penny to move to the big city to go to a real art school?
You peddled into town, the wind whipping past your face as you waved to the elders that called your name in greeting. You came to a stop when you reached the town park, unloading your weapons of creativity as you plopped yourself down in the center of the concrete plaza that surrounded the sitting area where the parents watched their children play.
Biting your lip, you squirted out the paint onto your palate; blending and swirling the colors until you got the shade you wanted, pulling out a brush to dip into the paint to start your creation. The tips of the brushes stroked against the smooth ground that was worn out from the many footsteps that it captured, showing the world what you saw in your mind.
You painted your muse; the inspirational cocaine that made your mind whirl. You painted them where they belonged; amongst the stars. You worked for hours, creating galaxies, planets, and stars with bright colors. And your muse was in the painting, reaching out with his fingertips almost gripping the closet star; his eyes crying a rainbow of colors with a smile on his face. The face of hardship that had finally achieved success. After all, if anyone deserved to achieve greatness, it would be your muse; Taehyung.
You’ve been friends for ages; in such a small town how could you not? He too, aspired to move into the city. He dreamt of singing all his life, performing on stage and shinning under the spotlights of life. So, you two made a pact; you’d both leave together when you both had enough money. Both of you never to look back onto your small town so you both could chase your dreams; together.
You smiled as you finished up the details, absentmindedly drawing neon pink hearts around the outline of your muse. Yeah, you fell and you fell hard. But how could you not with a guy like Tae? He was understanding, kind, and he made you smile and feel like the most important thing in the artistic world.
“It’s very beautiful.” an old, gravelly voice said behind you. Figuring it was one of the ajusshis that frequented the park to feed the birds, you chuckled and thanked him whole heartedly, never bothering to turn around as you continued to draw tiny hearts.
“Who’s this boy in the painting? Is he your boyfriend?” the old man asked.
“I wish he was, mister. He’s my muse, the one who spurs on my creativity. He’s so beautiful, inside and out, how could I not capture that beauty and show it to the world?” you don’t know why you just told this random old man about your feelings for Taehyung, but it all just came pouring out before you could stop yourself.
“Turn around child.” the man ordered, so you did and your mouth dropped.
There stood Taehyung, his signature boxy grin spreading across his face as he watched your blush rise up your cheeks. He knelt down in front of you, giggling as he brought his fingers up to your eyes, wiping away the tears that started to flow from your eyes.
“Why are you crying my child?” he teased in the fake voice he was using just a few moments ago. You hit his arm. Hard.
“That’s not funny Tae!” you half-yelled, letting him continue to wipe away your tears of embarrassment and fear of losing him.
“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” he cooed to you. “Don’t you know that you’re my muse too?”
“T-Tae?” he smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“It’s always been you, ever since we agreed to run away together. C'mon, let’s get up, sit properly, and talk about us, okay? You just went through every human emotion possible in like, two minutes.” he smiled, guiding you up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he guided you towards your new future; together.