~5~

Her toes could only curl in anticipation.

After all, this was her favorite part.

His fingers would carefully glide over her exposed skin.

Slightly grazing it as they made their way across her shoulder blades.

One.

By.

One.

All until they gently settled against the nape of her neck.

His breath warm on her skin.

"Draw me."

Mijin's yelp began with Taehyung's eraser hitting the back of her head; only to end as her gaze settled on her professor's shoes. Truth be told, Mijin had always known that she'd dug her own grave when she'd signed up for this class more than fully conscious of whom was teaching it. She sincerely had. However, in that instant, as she stared down at her Mrs. Choi's impeccable red heels, she knew or a fact that she hadn't been the only to anticipate her death.

Her professor had most definitely prepared her coffin and was ready to lay her in it.

After all, it had been 3 hours and Mijin had done nothing but sit there.

Perfectly white.

Perfectly empty.

Her lonely page staring back at her as she did so. 

Now.

To look up at Mrs. Choi or to further inspect the specs of light flickering on her shoes?

"Pencils down! Analysis time!"

No matter her answer, Mijin knew that she was dead meat as Mrs. Choi clamped her hand on her easel.

"Miss Brown, your Analysis of your blank page, please."

Gasps resonated throughout the spacious studio, creeping to its every corner. Graciously wrapping around all fifty by standing art students, all before latching onto Mijin's throat as she bit her lower lip.

"Miss Brown?"

This should have been the part where Mijin recollected every piece of her back bone and proved why she was one of the best of her department. It sincerely should have. Especially as she heard snickering from people who had pages as blank as their future paychecks. However, she didn't utter a word. She simply looked past her easel.

Her gaze easily finding Park Jimin's.

Truth be told, Mijin had been ready to more than change her major after her first class with the drill sergeant from hell. Surely, catching up on her much-needed hours of sleep at 9 o'clock on a Monday morning, was better than having her work dragged to hell and back on a weekly basis. She had never pegged herself a masochist but she was beginning to have her doubts.

All because of her better half, Park Jimin.

The one person who had always let her in. Be it from the enticing allure of his sculpted body to the innocent twinkle in his gaze, he was the living canvas that she would never grow tired of drawing. He was the very reason her tear-filled had sat back down months ago instead of storming out.

"You know you want to."

Every week, the lines of his body only seemed to grow more defined as he became a more powerful dancer. Yet, through her drowsy eyes, she always seemed to make out so much more than that slight detail as he bared himself to her.

"Don't you?"

All until two weeks ago.

"You don't?"

Though her best friend, her favorite subject, stood before her, she couldn't raise her pencil.

"But you do."

For the past, two weeks, her canvas had remained blank because it was waiting for the subject she truly wanted.

"So draw me."

However, Mijin wasn't one to consciously dive head first into the frying pan. Instead, she shook her head before zeroing in on Jimin's hands still holding up his pants. In her defense, his legs were his beat attribute. A fact that her Mrs. Choi had more than pointed out when she'd begged her to ask her beautiful dancer friend to pose for them.

"Not only drawing, but have you also forgotten how to speak, Miss Brown?" Mrs. Choi prodded.

There was only one way to appeal from one fangirl to the other.

"My mind draws a blank because I've already studied every line of his torso."

No words could describe the curve of Jimin's lips as he read through the cheeky glint in his best friend's eyes.

"I want to see more." Mijin sweetly continued as she clasped her hands together. "He can keep on his boxers but it's about time we discovered his legs."

A pencil dropped.

A jaw dropped.

" modelling is at the very end of the semester in my class." 

However, nothing could compare to the slight blush on Mrs. Choi's cheeks.

"I know." Mijin smiled as she looked up at her professor. "But there were no more seats in the other classes."

Content Mijin? Check. 

"So, you chose my class by default." Mrs. Choi nodded before tapping on Mijin's easel. "Are you also choosing to fail it by default?"

Savage Professor? Double Check. 

"That being said, class is dismissed." Mrs. Choi cleared as she made her way towards the exit. Only stopping as her hands clasped around the studio door's handle. "I will be expecting your sketches of the past month by 2pm this afternoon. Every.last.one.of.them." Her eyes drilled into Mijin as the latter tried to hide behind her easel. "Do also submit your subjects for the end of the year projects. There are 200 of you and I have only received 1."

No sooner had Mrs. Choi set foot out of the door did chaos erupt around the studio. No longer the concentrated angels they had been for the past class, every student in the room cursed. Though individualists at heart, they shared one collective thought as their eyes scanned the studio: Who was the bastard who had dug their graves?

They'd be receiving one for each and every 199 pieces their dear classmates would rip off them.

Not that Mijin dwelled too long on the subject.

She was too busy collecting her things with as much energy as a slug.

Thus, explaining why Taehyung sauntered up to her, still staring at her pencil laying on her easel.

"Do you hear that sound?" He nodded as he hoisted his carrying case on his shoulder. "The cries of those failing Mrs. Choi's dreaded class and their year."

"Not funny, Tae."

Though her tone remained light, though she tried to mirror Taehyung's smile, her lips couldn't give in. Indeed, it wasn't funny. So much so that Taehyung's smile momentarily faltered as he looked down at Mijin's dejected face. Still, he shook his head and knelt down next to her. His hand slightly pinching her cheek as she miserably failed to shake him off.

"As a spectator for the past three years." Taehyung teased as he started collecting her things. "I can vouch that you never stop drawing Jimin, so-." 

True.

She had collected more drawings of Jimin than she could count for the past 15 years. However, her style had drastically changed from the last sketch she'd made of him shirtless. After all, contrary to her half-assed attempts at shyly drawing his sculpted torso, she drank in his appearance now. Mrs. Choi would see the difference clearance clear as day.

The sigh that left Mijin's lips told a thousand words.

Words that Taehyung more than understood as he got to his feet.

"Positivity, Mijin." Taehyung sang as he wrapped a hand around her arm. "Do you know the word?"

"Failing, Tae." Mijin mock cried as he pulled her to her feet. "Do you know the word?"

"Not with my name right behind it." Taehyung could only chuckle as Mijin hit his side. "We'll buy a dictionary on our way to lunch."

Never mind the fact that they could have just looked it up on one of their phones. Never mind the fact that Taehyung seemed to lose interest in the matter as they neared Jimin, all in favor of one of the girls flocking around him. Never mind that the girls seemed reluctant to leave the boys as Taehyung's eyes told them to stay but Jimin bid them goodbye.

Never mind any of that.

"Jimin and I are not having lunch."

As though on perfect cue, Jimin snapped his head towards Mijin just as she plopped down on the sheet he'd posed on.

"When did Jimin say that?" He pointed out as Mijin rested her chin on her raised knees. "Did you forget that I only agreed to model for your class in exchange of free lunches at the best cafeteria on campus?"

"Why you always lying, Jiminnie? Mijin asked you to model for us and you came running." Taehyung chuckled as he plopped down next to Mijin. "We all know that your sister has you wrapped around her little finger."

"I have a sister?" Jimin mock gasped as he reached for his shirt.

"What am I then? A potato?"

Now.

Mijin had been sitting on Jimin's shirt. Therefore, when he pulled it from underneath her, she truly did roll to the side like a little potato. So much so that Jimin couldn't help but bite back a small smile as he also plopped down next to her.

"My cute potato." He whispered before reaching forward and ruffling her hair. "But where's my apology for throwing me under the bus?"

"Nowhere." Mijin mock cried as she curled herself into a ball. "You're not the one failing your year."

"Is it my fault that you can't draw me?" Jimin clucked his tongue.

"Yes, because you didn't take off your pants."

Her back was facing two of her favorite idiots yet she could just feel the look that they had exchanged.

Just as she could feel the warm sound of their laughter wrapping around her. As their cackles resonated throughout the now empty studio, it only seemed to further validate a fact that she had believed since Orientation Week: Jimin and Taehyung had somehow vetoed to team up against her, no matter the situation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you ert Brown in her natural habitat." Taehyung started as he failed to hold back a chuckle.

"Be on the lookout for her next best seller." Jimin continued before they both cried out in perfect unison. "50 Shades of Park."

They truly loved teaming up against her. However, their words hardly fazed her. In fact, even as she slowly turned around, she could only focus on their content side profiles. Taehyung's beautiful face contorted into an even more breathtaking mask of happiness; just as Jimin, as his now chiseled face found its past innocence as his cute cheeks failed to hide behind his wide grin.

"Stupid Mochi and Tae."

They truly were her favorite idiots.

"Do excuse us, Miss Potato." Taehyung chortled as he evaded her wandering leg.

"Can Jimin at least eat a sandwich?" Jimin asked as he wiped away tears from his eyes.

"You'll be bloated." Mijin tried as she s her hand under his shirt.

Or at least, tried to snake her hand under his shirt. After all, Jimin had been quicker as he flicked her hand away.

"I also need to pass, Mimi, and I have class this afternoon." He reminded her as she blew a curl out of her eye. "In order to dance, I need to eat." Mijin's complaints finished in the soft kiss Jimin placed on her forehead before standing up. "Kookie wanted to eat with us but I guess I'll have to cancel."

"Who on earth is Kookie?"

"Would you like some sugar with that cookie, Tae?"

Now.

Taehyung's question had been for Jimin. However, the latter had long left the room. Thus, leaving Taehyung to stare down at the worst joke Mijin had made for a while now. So much so that he couldn't help but teasingly place a hand on his forehead and on hers. Making a face, Mijin tried swatting him away. Only to succeed as Taehyung stood up laughing.

"You need help, Mimi." He nodded before pulling out his phone. "You need some food and some Joonie."

"Will they draw for me?" Mijin sighed as she turned to her side once again.

"No but he'll make you smile." Taehyung finished as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. "Truly smile."

She knew that.

However, she wouldn't give Taehyung the satisfaction of hearing it. Instead, he was only met with the beautiful curve of Mijin's hip as she shifted on the sheet. Thus, burying her head deeper in her arm and hiding her from the world.

Only to momentarily resurface at the mention of food.

"Raise a finger for chicken and two for a sandwich."

Taehyung could only shake his head as he turned around.

A smile drawing itself on his lips as he turned back to look at them once more.

Her three slender fingers momentarily hanging in the air.

Momentarily.

All before slowly making their way back down to Mijin's face. One by one, she let them push down on her cheek. Each pushing further than the next as she relentlessly repeated the motion. Thoughts of food, her pending projects and imminent failure slipping from her at every push. She knew better than to discard them but she simply focused on her firm yet gentle touch. Perhaps, she was making sure that she hadn't forgotten herself once more. Perhaps, she was making sure that she was truly there.

"It's not that you don't want to."

Perhaps she was making sure that it hadn't trapped her again.

"It's more that you can't."

Perhaps-.

"You can't draw me."

Violently shaking her head, she threw herself to the side. Her back taking in the sharp coldness of the sheet beneath her as she tried to steady her breathing. All in the same soothing motion that she'd repeated over the past two weeks. All in a desperate attempt to remember yet forget the comfort she'd felt in those arms.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

Yes, those arms.

She could still remember how hard she'd laughed with Taehyung on that platform, eager to distract Namjoon, yet her gaze had lingered on the incoming subways. More importantly, on every person passing by them.

She needed to forget those arms that had locked around her frame, trapping her in a source of warmth she now craved.

In a way, the more she told herself to forget, the more she told herself to focus on what was most important, the more she tried to be herself, the more she remembered how those arms had called out to her.

Truth be told, she hadn't heard them at first. She'd only been focused on the very essence that had been pleading for her to draw it, only to mock her as she'd begun to give in. She had no longer wanted anything but it yet, it had thrown insulting chuckles at her face.  It had brought tears to her eyes because it was throwing her away just as it captivated her in a way she had never felt before. It was giving her an antithesis that she so desperately wanted to comprehend.

Then those arms had told her to run away as fast as she could.

They had told her to leave them be.

Till this day, even as her eyes remained closed, she still found herself shaking her head as she reached forward. Her fingers meeting with contrasting warmth to the coldness she'd received. The answer ever as clear as he leaned into her touch: If she ever let them wrap around her, they would never let go.

"I wasn't looking for you."

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

"I didn't want to find you."

Her eyes settling on a gaze she now knew by heart.

Unwavering, it flickered from her eyes to her lips.

Only to focus on her lips as they slightly parted.

"Yet, here you are."

If they would never let go, she would hold on just as tightly.

If they would be her masterpiece, she would be their everything.

So she had promised in her every dream for the past two weeks.

"Yet, here we are."

No words could describe the scream that had left her lips as she realized that they truly were here.

Both of them.

All alone in an empty studio.

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Hello, Hello ^^

2 weeks have passed and our little Mijin is still troubled by a special encounter. Thankfully, her boys are there to make her feel better. Though, they're not in the room right now... are they?

Until then, without further ado:

Fun fact: My art classes never included a beautiful Mochi. I wanted to sign up for this one regardless of Mrs. Choi *coughs*

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