Summary:An artist who once struggled to find her muse, finds it in a park.
Pairing: Bambam X Reader
Genre: i don’t know honestly, maybe fluff ??
Author’s Note: Bambam is my bias and he doesn’t have enough scenarios written about him, so I am literally going to pile so many scenarios on the blog about him. Rip. sara xoxo
Sitting in the park, alone and unbothered, was something you frequently did. Whether it was because you were upset and needed time alone, in need of some sort of muse for your drawings, or simply because you wanted to sit and listen to your music in peace. Today, though, you had your sketchbook in your lap , along with the array of different colored pencils, pastels, fine tipped markers, every art supply you owned with you.
“Fuck,” you murmur to yourself as you began to scribble out yet another potential drawing, another page of your sketch book wasted. It had been hard for you to find any type of muse lately, simply because of the fact that you felt as if you had drawn everything you knew.
You drew the outside of coffee shops you went to, you draw the people in the cities as they cross the streets, you’ve drawn this park at least a thousand times. But, you couldn’t find it.