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Taehyung knew it was a fucked up idea to get in there and witness all of that, he knew before he took a step into the gallery and struggled to catch his breath.
Namjoon was with him some seconds ago and they were at a park just casually talking about life, like they always do.
They grabbed hot chocolate and decided to walk through the park, when they felt like resting they sat on a bank.
Namjoon was talking about the last art exhibition he went to and how beautiful it was and what it all made him feel like, but Taehyung's mind was at somewhere else.
Once the words was out of his friend's mouth he remembered what Hoseok told him days ago. How he bumped into Yoongi other day and he said he was just in town for his art gallery opening in Seoul. Hoseok said he was happy for him and gave him a hug, then after he got offered.
Offered to take a look at the works of his old friend if he feels like it, and Hoseok knew Yoongi was not a type who can casually invite people. He knew that he was trying to melt the ice between them since it had been some time since they saw each other.
He accepted it, of course, but what he saw there, one of the paintings was something that took him off guard. And when he stopped walking and happily commenting and praising his friend's hard work Yoongi stopped walking too and Hoseok turned to face Yoongi.
It was obvious that Yoongi was uncomfortable about the fact that Hoseok saw it and it was also obvious how it wasn't his plan because when his eyes wandered around curiously to find out what was wrong and made Hoseok stop walking, his expression quickly shifted.
His lips slightly parted from the nervousness and when he found the words to make a full sentence he scratched his nape.
"This wasn't something I would want you to see, since you're close with him more than you're with me." He sighed heavily.
"I totally forgot about this when I made that offer and I don't want you to get a wrong idea, it was just about a happy memory that crossed my mind during all this creating progress."
Hoseok didn't believe a shit he said. He knew it was not planned though.
But he knows Yoongi more than what he was trying to convince him. He knew it wasn't just a memory.
He knew how badly Yoongi was in love with Taehyung back then and back then he was more close with Yoongi than he was with Taehyung.
His current situation with Taehyung happened thanks to Namjoon. Hoseok knew who he was back then but he wasn't that involved with him. After some time, when he started dating Namjoon, he became friends with Taehyung eventually.
But it all happened after college.
It all happened after college when Yoongi was away and he has no common friends with them so Hoseok wondered how he knew about that closeness thing.
"How do you know I'm close to him?"
Yoongi wasn't expecting that kind of question.
He was expecting a question about why the fuck he romanticised his so called friend.
But Hoseok already knew the answer to that, Yoongi was just so dumbly in love to notice it.
When Taehyung remembered details to Hoseok's information he felt the urge the stand up.
He felt the urge to run to the gallery and see his portrait by the hands of the person he adored the most.
And so he did. He said Namjoon some stuff and left the park immediately. It was noon, it wasn't like the gallery would close soon but Taehyung thought, if he didn't arrive there soon he might lose his mind. His skin was on fire by the possibilities of seeing him again.
When he entered the place there were greetings for him to coming to see the art on walls. He couldn't catch the details of the faces around him, he couldn't catch the voices trying to talk to him either.
He was just walking with big wandering eyes until he saw the blues.
All shades of blue was in front of his eyes blending in each other dreamily, and it was too much for Taehyung. It was too much to see himself upon a wall with ocean behind him and looking right into the eyes of the perceiver where once Yoongi was. He felt his heart aching.
He tried to move, tried to step back and leave the place behind, however he was unable to even breathe decently. He felt some tears streaming down his face.
"Fuck this," it was more like a desperate whine than a angry curse. He tried to wipe the tears.
"Hello," a familiar voice cut the background noises and made the place all quiet.
Taehyung didn't want to turn his body towards him and he couldn't even if he wanted to. He was willing to hear his next words. He didn't know missing somebody's voice this much was possible.
"You've been standing there for a while now, and I don't like to interrupt people by making unnecessary commentary on my works but I just wanted to say, I'm glad you find this painting of mine worthy of your time." He wished his tears wasn't visible to Yoongi.
Yoongi's voice deepened, "It means a lot to me, especially when it comes to this one, it means more than any other painting in here."
He was also looking towards the painting and he was standing a little behind of Taehyung.
Taehyung's knees weakened and he wondered how he was able to stand still all this time. His eyes went to painting's name. Shelter, it said.
Yoongi was still mumbling, "I love how some moments only have meaning for the ones who lived through it."
"It's beautiful and sorrowful at the same time, it's the beauty to it I suppose, I'm the only one who knows the backstory to this but you can only try to empathize with me."
"No," Taehyung turned to see him. "Not when I was with you right there."
The moment they lock gazes, Yoongi takes a step towards Taehyung and holds onto his bicep as if he would fall into pieces without the presence and supporting that comes from Taehyung.
Taehyung feels dizzy and he notices how Yoongi gulps while holding onto him tightly.
"Hello," Yoongi says again in the smallest voice that Taehyung barely hears him, but he would only hear him, amongst everything else.
He puts his one hand on Taehyung's cheek and slowly moves and caresses the soft milky skin. He acts carefully and he looks concentrated.
He acts as if he holds the most fragile thing and as if it's given him to only love and care for. He looks confused and sad and he also seems like he can't believe what he sees. Just like Taehyung.
"Hello," he manages to say with a silly, hardly noticeable smile.
But, of course, Yoongi notices it immediately and just like so many details about Taehyung, this too gains a special place in his mind, and it makes him smile too.
"It's been a while," Yoongi says and closes the gap between them.
Yoongi goes through every detail on his face then he brings his other hand onto his cheek and cups his face, his breaths are uneven and shaky.
Taehyung surrounds Yoongi's waist with his arm, and when Yoongi lets out his breath onto his lips his hold tightens.
"I missed you," Taehyung murmurs and directly looks into his eyes. Yoongi slightly tilts his head to right with teary eyes. He knows he missed him too. He knows.
"Why didn't you stay longer here?" Taehyung's voice is filled with sorrow and Yoongi's heart falls into pieces.
"I didn't know what could I do here, I chased another opportunities to improve my art."
Taehyung comes near to his face and it makes Yoongi close his eyes to handle the increasing temperature all over his body.
He leaves a small, soft kiss on his pink cheek. "I would love to come with you, I would go anywhere with you, you know right?" Yoongi's eyes were still shut.
He pulls back and asks, "Why didn't you ask me Yoongi?" He opens them eventually and lowers his hands to his neck.
Then, he slides his fingers all through his chin, and leans over to leave a small kiss on his neck.
"How could I ask such a thing when you were my friend and college was over, you had nothing left to do with me then." Taehyung knows he is right.
"We were nothing." Yoongi says, and it makes Taehyung surround his other arm around his waist and pull him closer to his body. He whispers, "We were everything."
Yoongi looks into his eyes and doesn't move or make a sound. "But we were cowards, and we were stupid too."
"I felt so dumb to let you go. I knew it was a big mistake to not be brave enough." He kisses the side of Yoongi's eyebrow. "But I'm here and I'm still that guy who is addicted to listen to ocean, with you."
"And I'm upon the wall of your gallery and I'm your most precious piece too." Yoongi smiles.
"And I just want to be with you from now on, wherever you go. I want to be by your side and I don't want to continue being a man who lets someone like you go." Yoongi kisses him.
Yoongi kisses him in the middle of the place with all the people and the art around them, he kisses him like he only needs that to live.
He brings him to back, and he sits on his lap and leans over to his ear to only whisper, "I don't want you to be anywhere else but my side."
Taehyung places his hands on his hips and leaves kisses all over his neck, and he goes back to his lips. He kisses them gently, then they break apart to breathe. Taehyung moves Yoongi's hair from his forehead and tucks them behind his ear. Yoongi's hand rests on Taehyung's chest.
Taehyung looks around when he searches for Yoongi's hands, and he sees other canvases.
"You created so many things that they don't see, why they are not hanged?" He asks.
Yoongi reaches to open the light and gets rid of the dim atmosphere so he can show Taehyung his works.
"You see, I wasn't sure which one of them matches the best with your beauty, it's hard to make a choice between them."
Yoongi means the 9 paintings amongst the others back there, which are 9 portraits of Taehyung. "I didn't want anyone to get a wrong idea."
"I didn't want to confuse them with my not-enough skills to paint you just as beautiful."
Taehyung pulls him into another kiss that day. They close the gallery together and walk out holding hands.
Taehyung whispers into Yoongi's ear. "You know I've always wanted to make love covered in all colours on a blank canvas." He grins and continues, "It would be a stunning piece for here."
Yoongi wraps his arms around his neck and mumbles before leaning in for a kiss, "That sounds like a nice idea."