Art Museum Meeting ft. Taehyung
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today was the day. you were going to an art musuem for the first time. it was something that you always wanted to do.
you tried to get your friends to come along with you but, they thought that it’d be ‘boring’. so here you were, walking alone and humming slow songs to yourself.
although you were about to be alone, you still kept a smile on your face. you were about to be face to…frame with art. not just random art, but some of the most famous pieces.
vincent van gogh paintings were what you anticipated the most. all of his work was out of this world but what you really couldn’t wait to see was the starry night, irises, and the yellow house.
your walking and thoughts about art came to a halt when your phone started ringing, loudly. you answered the call while putting your phone on silent mode.
you were extremely lucky to not be in the musuem when it rang. your ringtone was a song with very explicit lyrics, so that wouldn’t have been good.
“who has ringtones anymore?” you overheard but couldn’t figure out who asked that question.
you scoffed it off and turned your attention back onto your phone.
“yes, can i help you?” you sarcastically asked.
“kill the attitude y/n, i just wanted to see if you were at that place yet.” your annoying friend said, already getting on your nerves.
“if i was there, i wouldn’t be talking to you right now.”
“don’t lie. i’m your friend, you’d answer whenever i call because you love me.” she teased.
“i mean…if that false thought helps you sleep at night, then believe it all you want.”
“anyways.” she paused amd dramatically sighed. “you need a man so i’m hoping that you meet an intellectual at that place.”
“i don’t need a man and for the last time, it’s a musuem.”
“and for the last time it’s a musuem!” your friend mocked you. “you need a man! i’m tired of you third wheeling with me and m-”
you cut her off by hanging up. “annoying. as. hell.” you mummered as you started to walk again.
“finally.” you let out a sigh of relief once you saw the two front doors of the musuem that you had wanted to visit for years.
your hand quickly rose up to your face as a tear shed from your eye.
“what the hell? what’s she crying for?” a random person asked their friend, thinking that you didn’t hear it. but you did.
instead of embarrassing yourself in public and spitting out very detailed and emotional paragraphs about the beauty of the outside of the musuem, you hurriedly entered.
just as you expected, there were people everywhere. this place was heavenly, the scenery…everything.
“this place looks like something from that beauty and beast movie!” you smiled, watching a kid as he shouted and pointed at the ceiling in awe.
you remembered being that age, being so interested in art and photography. thankfully, that interested stayed with you up until now.
you started on the left side of the museum, admiring the floral paintings as they lead you to the back. to your left were the stairs that went to the second floor.
“even the stairs! who painted this?” you mumered while you slowly walked up each stair, looking at each one before you went up on it. they were individually painted in a different design or style.
“you seem to be really into those stairs.” a deep voice said which made you jump. hell, the owner of it was basically in your ear.
you hurriedly went up to the second floor and turmed around to face whoever it was that made that comment.
“damn.” you said in a breathy tone. the owner of that deep voice was a tall and (very) handsome man.
he looked wealthy, healthy and sexy. you couldn’t even hide that you found him attractive.
he wore a long sleeved loose shirt that he had tucked into his pants and he had on those ugly gucci shoes that everybody wanted for a reason you didn’t know. but he made it work.
“what? Is there something wrong?” he curiously asked, squinting his eyes at you.
you were staring too long!
you were hesitant to say anything so instead of doing so, you walked away.
“hey..” the man quietly called you until he caught up to you. “why’d you say damn?”
you sighed and turned to face him. as soon as your eyes met his, your face got hot and at that point you were struggling to do anything. you couldn’t even move or speak.
that is, until he snapped his fingers in your face. “ma'am.” he whispered.
“don’t call me that. i’m not old.” you said once you came back down to earth.
“okay, tell me.” he swayed from side to side with his hands in his pockets, staring at you, and waiting for you to say something.
you didn’t like to lie but you had to. you weren’t about to tell him that he was the most attractive man you’d seen in your life.
“you dropped your forehead.” you spat out and waited until he looked down to escape to the nearest bathroom.
you waited for five minutes, hoping that he wasn’t near when you walked out. hell, there were four stories here, he shouldn’t be.
“dumbass! it’s only been five minutes and this is an art museum. he got up here the same time you did!” you face palmed yourself after thinking about this whole situation.
you were here for the art and not to play hide and seek, if he was even looking for you…
you kind of hoped that he was. when would you ever get this attention again? it’s been so long since any dude had ever paid attention to you.
you just didn’t know how to act. acring hard to get was something that you always did because you wanted to see how far a guy would go for you.
they always gave up.
“it can’t be that bad.” you told yourself, as you proceeded to exit the bathroom.
“hey, thanks for telling me.” said that familiar voice that you thought that you’d never hear again. “about my forehead.”
you sighed and proceeded to walk away but, he grabbed your arm. your eyes slowly traveled down to his hand and then back up to look him directly in his. “let me go..”
“let’s look around together?” he suggested, sneakily putting his hand in yours
“let me go.” you were getting annoyed.
“i’ll let go if you promise not to run away again.” he chuckled and slid his hand in yours.
“i don’t have to promise you anything. i don’t even know you. so let me go.” you ordered.
“what are you so mad about?” he asked.
you let out a dramatic sigh and looked him straight in his eyes. you noticed how his pupils enlarged, his cheeks developed a rosy tint and his hand became moist.
was he intimidated? hopefully.
“really?” you paused. “there’s a stranger holding my hand. he won’t leave me alone. i didn’t come here to be attacked, i came here to look at art.”
his curious facial expression changed into a more giddy one. he let go of your hand and did the most extra bow that you had ever seen. “i’m kim taehyung.”
suddenly, you weren’t annoyed anymore. you couldn’t hide your smile.
his smile was contagious, and he was actually kind of cute.
“y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. the most beautiful human that i’ve ever seen.” he went over to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“don’t gas me.” you scoffed at his action, wiggling to get his arm from around your shoulders. as expected, you failed..but it was worth the try.
“that’s silly. you’re not a car.” he laughed, thinking that what you said was some type of joke.
“oh!” taehyung shouted, leaving you behind as he rushed over to a familiar painting.
you quickly followed him after realizing that the painting was, the starry night.
“oh my god!” you semi yelled.
“it’s what i most wanted to see. it’s beautiful right?” he asked you, raising one of his eyebrows and stepping closer to your side.
you nodded, noticing that he was suddenly and very close to you. “me too.” you paused and eyed him. “but…do you know what personal space is?”
“why are you being so mean to me?” taehyung asked, fake pouting.
“i’m not? you’re just really close. we’re not dating and i don’t know you that well, so there’s no reason for it.”
he cocked his head to the side and stepped to the side to give you back your personal space. “well then, can we get to know each other better? i wanna know you better.”
what a genuine voice.
you covered your mouth before he could see the wide smile that quickly formed after what he had said. “why do you even wanna get to know me? i’m no one special.”
“wrong.” he shook his head no. “you’re so beautiful and different in so many ways. we haven’t even known each other long but i think i like you.”
“oh.” was all that came out of your mouth. it was all that you could say.
that was the first time that someone had said something like that to you. not even your ex’s told you something like this.
“so, do you want to go out to one of the cafes around here? we can come back. i’ll pay for everything.” he offered.
“you’re really trying to make moves with me huh?” you let out a small giggle.
he might’ve done something here. you started catching feelings.
“i mean, yeah.” he swayed, looked away from you and awkwardly smiled, letting you see his shy side for the first time today.
“okay.” you responded walking past him and heading towards the exit.
“yes!” he whispered to himself as he followed behind you.
“i heard that.” you said, holding the door open for him. as a response, he laughed and grabbed your hand. when the thought of yanking your hand away came to mind, you quickly got rid of it.
when you two went to the cafe, you really came around to him. you became bestfriends almost instantly after he did what he did. he showed you how happy you could really be. not to mention the endless gas that he supplied you with.